bryce-hellion-christiansen

hornets bouncing off each other mosquitoes flopping in the humidity grass is high, enemy is low knees eating mud, elbows pulling forward hands covered in grime, grasping rifle birds flutter, overhead sudden gunfire another language, echoing in the valley

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC

My Eighth Poem

hornets bouncing off each other mosquitoes flopping in the humidity grass is high, enemy is low knees eating mud, elbows pulling forward hands covered in grime, grasping rifle birds flutter, overhead sudden gunfire another language, echoing in the valley

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smooth, sweaty hips fingers prying at fatty flesh *leans, her ******* on my hair* licking her stomach, salt droplets drip fingers slide into her, warm flesh fibers rip moaning, moaning the stars widens her base, toes spread pull fingers out, into mouth tastes like the dead

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC

My Seventh Poem

smooth, sweaty hips fingers prying at fatty flesh *leans, her ******* on my hair* licking her stomach, salt droplets drip fingers slide into her, warm flesh fibers rip moaning, moaning the stars widens her base, toes spread pull fingers out, into mouth tastes like the dead

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soldiers at my door, buying meat I am parts, bolts, circuits to them, I am the gas prices but they were never there phantoms leaving footprints they may be mine

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC

My Sixth Poem

soldiers at my door, buying meat I am parts, bolts, circuits to them, I am the gas prices but they were never there phantoms leaving footprints they may be mine

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graciousness abound, my only father scrubbing my body with ivory soap tub swallowing my filth anywhere else, I imagine wishing death upon the celestial

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

My Fifth Poem

graciousness abound, my only father scrubbing my body with ivory soap tub swallowing my filth anywhere else, I imagine wishing death upon the celestial

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they're all playing dead the streets are eaten by children mothers hold your babies waves of blood ricochet from body to body I may be imagining it all I may be insane I may be the only sane

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC

My Fourth Poem

they're all playing dead the streets are eaten by children mothers hold your babies waves of blood ricochet from body to body I may be imagining it all I may be insane I may be the only sane

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fathering an orphaned reputation egos flash by, headlights glimmer long legs of women, stretching across sidewalk children swarming the elderly, beating until blood splatter what a wasteland, my home what a life, mine fleeting

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC

My Third Poem

fathering an orphaned reputation egos flash by, headlights glimmer long legs of women, stretching across sidewalk children swarming the elderly, beating until blood splatter what a wasteland, my home what a life, mine fleeting

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her legs, propped moaning my name burgundy nails disappear, reappear pink, spilling, toes curling releasing a gasp, I smother her stomach coming to, bleeding shame am I civilized or my father am I human or asylum

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC

My Second Poem

her legs, propped moaning my name burgundy nails disappear, reappear pink, spilling, toes curling releasing a gasp, I smother her stomach coming to, bleeding shame am I civilized or my father am I human or asylum

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glass is the night she seizes in the street blood spills from her mouth tongue cut wide little boy clings to cheap, plastic toy doesn't need to see this or maybe he does

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC

My First Poem

glass is the night she seizes in the street blood spills from her mouth tongue cut wide little boy clings to cheap, plastic toy doesn't need to see this or maybe he does

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