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Womb
Fall… fallen far beyond reach into the cotton teeth of an anhedonic wound I twist seeking an open passage through scattered dramas… my invisible love- will you still love me even with all the constricting traumas? With this slithering tongue I’ve birthed and buried every sage broken and recreated the fabric of every cage… Fallen,…
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Pour
watery eyes crowned with laughter or frowns eyes that either float atop amber waters or with a simple gaze drown… taken by constant whirlwinds with brief interludes of peace only the smooth streams of poured bourbon can stunt the roaring belly of the waking whirlwind there’s a promising shore close by with dancing guides with…
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Indigo
The blood is in the water But how deep does it stream if the waves scream to take us further down? the end is a ceaseless striving of noisy shadows, of pregnant mouths and graveyards of oceanic minds and venerable ears clogged in suspicious fluidity… is fate debatable? or encased in placentonic paranoia? give back…
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Clef
sadistic scars shining as bright as half broken starlights A full fanning’s blow crushing the wings of a weeping widows withered soul converting flames of teardrops into unattainable rainbows it’s a mystery where the teardrops go or where the hurling sounds of my cries echo what has happened to the most existing present? somewhere there’s…
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Two Moons
we persistently die for the things we will be forgotten by… I invited every demon and unconquerable alibi for a cup of tea and opened the door wide for every profound pathology a discovery of what is me that every horrific thing is really a beautiful part of me and it all travels and goes…
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Antigua
to live in such a way that all there is is the center and whatever it’s found to be made of it is never forgotten again…
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Skeletonia
the night blackensyesterday with its stormy sobs,with dreamsof two hearts warring…gnawing as rabid dogsa heart that loves the harder also plunders and with its deceit and sweet kisses takes us underunrecognizable,like a bony kaleidoscope…it’s best to part from puppy shitbefore the growls, before the silence, before the scowlsyou may never know the traumasa lover harbors…
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Ridge
Sleep is an eternal succession of secluded shadows harboring overflowing shitholes and empty showers… this life is an endless fountain, a breathing bellow beneath a babbling mountain… I long to rest in the cracks of a Topekean river, A place so magnetic we can cry, scream, and shiver and there dream sparingly of neurotic bridges…
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Utero
heartache is the solitary conductor of the soul… it moves us towards madness or atrophy some of us have been left trapped within the first lesions swearing allegiance to bloodstained binarial backhands or presumed pitiable perversions birthing loyal corpses vowing to never do the same, a succubatic game in which we welcome the end in…
Healing Through Words 