pain in her matrix is rose blush
cool as the skin of a pebble
her pain is cause for joy
smile beaming straight ahead
pain looks in the depth of their eyes
her lips part to say i love you
the clouds away frolic in ozone
pain not dulling with enhancement
then what
than what
so what
thoughts of succumbing to the poison of slow kill the truth imparted at the exit of the womb how with what today can we be expected to delay decay when systems continue to thrive on the dander of ignorance it’s becoming unbearable tick tock
during the given 72 hours she will unscrew the wings from her back and hope the breeze will take her
on the Vin it is recalled those summer nights high on poppy brown smiles and warmth
when in the past oh how she misses discovering the awe in the hand of God when the orange peel was made to dry in the sun
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the darkness is back i tripped my load was heavy and i trembled the darkness is there behind the curtains in my things in my mind the darkness cool calm and causing a vortex of loathing into my self the darkness i hear you but i’ve got to get up now i don’t want them to know
going slow like its some strategic necessity
no matter what you do
they come back at you
pitiful
yeah on your own
the way they talk about you
yeah
i might know what like…
although ive been right here
i see you world
but you don’t see me
my words clear as a bell
you can’t hear
look
here i am
see?
it’s the little poisons she thought as he spoke about trials foisted upon him as a child by the needs of selfishness and delirious desires of unbridled women his skin pocked with stab wounds stitched up in classic county hospital overworked student staff he groaned in self pity he’d forgotten why he was there in the first place we spoke for 23 minutes more then parted as patient and professional
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