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Their faces pressed against the glassThis is the precursor to deathI am not afraid of them waitingThe last minutes left of my lifeI almost hear my bones breaking downThere is strength in what remainsMost of my senses are goneThe only one left is sight and soundThe enemy left long agoI looked at the length of…
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My favorite color is red.Reminds me of blood.Not surprising, at all, coursing through my veins.Preventing me from dying.Forcing me to breathe again.A case for living and model of survival.
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Assume nothing about us I know what you don’t want to know Deny all you want Spare me your pity It never had to be this way You were the culprit The second in command The follower to prolong the lie I do not feel sorry for you You have the necessary limbs to walk…
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One 2 Three 4 Five 6 SevenMany times, I have listened,to the nonsense I didn’t want to hear, making me feel crazy.When I listened to someone else’s voice,you became enraged,asked me, “Who is this you are taking advice from?”I lied. I said, “Frank Longines.” The one who was described as garbage by you.He was really…
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I bowed down to you on ce. Took off your shoes. Kissed your dirty toes. Licked the lint from in between. The sour taste in my mouth lingered. I desired to ask you why you are mean. My tongue stayed in place. I didn’t want to lose it yet. Should have been more cynical. Believed…
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she was fiery red,hot blooded during the day,boiling over when the moon appeared,nighttime did not cool her down.the swirls of her liquid sauce struck far,seeping onto desert tongues,dripping down throats,finding places to hide behind tiny scrubs.she stuck to legs like colored tape,the kind kids use during school,that share when the teacher looks their way,and they…
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