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sickIntestines coil around barren branches and stomach Acid floats between grooves in the dust, Streams of black liquid melting into Cold earth, whilesick
Elsewhere, extremist limbs denounce their flesh; This is no body, only bruised slabs of meat
Held together with little more than Rotting skin- a sallow complexion unmarred Except for the loose slash of a vulgar mouth.
Bones scream out for oxygen, suffocating Under too many subcutaneous layers, knowing Escape is too many hands and not enough air. Or the ache of compacted lungs,
An army of numbers &nb
by ~drinking-poison
silenceThere is a darkness in the morning light; Black spots cover wide eyes while Tiny fists curl around A rapid heartbeat,silence
A thundering ocean of Fingernails digging into sweating palms And bones crushing against aching teeth.
There is no oxygen down here, only the Frigid scent of stale smoke, A hollow cough, The creaking of an unhinged jaw.
Lungs close up with every call, and thighs quiver As cracked heels stagger from street to street searching for An unblemished sunrise, a perfect horizon, A silence without motive.
by ~drinking-poison
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These ugly things I birthI was under swept in red wine holding a diagnosis with my teeth, I should not share the paper work, the blood work, or the morning sickness that curls up inside me like twins (one black, one white) with the rest of you.These ugly things I birth
I should tuck it inside paper airplanes and with my sticky fingers, push through the earths atmosphere hoping it won't boomerang. Though it always does,
last time it took 7 months, I spent time in rivers with the apples and pomegranates. I swam inside their colours until one child returned,
I could smell t
by ~inmyroom
Miss Murderby `vhm-alex
what i deservethere are more than one of me, they sit in window panes with one hand in their pockets and one hand in their mouth, pushing too hard on boundaries. they have prunes for hearts and try to be brave,what i deserve
but they are not. i am 20 years old, i am not yet the me i want to be. i lay down in plastic cups and i am so small. this is my attempt at being safe. i am still vulnerable. i am still young.
i am still learning the things you taught me.
i used to be able to float in your cheek bones,
now i've moved down to ground level and you flick me from your soles, o
by ~inmyroom
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Two cannibals were eating a clown. One said to the other:"Does this taste funny to you?"
I also notice you're a very modest poet. I suppose you don't write to receive comments, anyhow. Writing can be very therapeutical, and when you're done, it's quite interesting to see how the ugliest of emotions can create such beauty.
Welcome to DA.
Thanks for the fav on rapture-extasy and food
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i almost called you hammer.
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