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and you are sifting through the sandstone sky,
hoping to touch a piece of the sun
and spare yourself the pain
hoping to touch a piece of the sun
and spare yourself the pain
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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a prayer
softspoken like a prayer
and unbreakably whole
you make me believe in
my make-believe soul
come back to me
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A shoebox and a throttled scream.
There is no good grief. Not for me.
Red grey leaves can't bring me joy
They fall on my lap - my boy,
Girl, be still, didn't mean to,
Did not stop - knew what she'd do.
A shoebox and a throttled scream.
There is no good grief. Not for me.
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Day 43 (wrote this a couple days ago)
Day 43 (wrote this a couple days ago) © 2014 - 2024 haphazardmelody
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Love the imagery of this, even if I don't necessarily understand what it is about.