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278 · Dec 2017
Comical
Destre' Dec 2017
My life's a huge joke...
Wait, wait, wait, it's funny, I swear, I'm just about to get to the punchline
... And nobody cares!
86 · Apr 2018
Hallucinogen
Destre' Apr 2018
It was flaccid on my tongue.
Tie dye design fading,
Tightly pressed fibers dissipating,
A paper spitball soon to be dissolved.

Stumbling out,
Thin socks met frozen wood planks,
Then black jeans were introduced
As I took a seat criss crossed; perched.

Snow fell from above
Like shooting stars abandoning the sky.
They landed on my lashes,
So I blinked a Big Bang and galaxies were born.

Frostbite should’ve crept into my fingertips,
But I was all tingles; pins and needles,
My nerve endings firing like new years sparklers at midnight.

Music filled my ears without a sound in the air.
Northern lights were waves emitted from trees
And the waves in the sky danced in time to my imaginary melody.

He appeared beside me
So I laid my head on his knees,
But his leg hair started to crawl,
Each strand a pink and green gradient
Like a **** carpet come to life,
Baring its gnarly teeth.

He looked down at me
and his eyes seemed empty.
With my heartbeat in my throat,
Shivers crawled up my spine; A thousand spiders carrying snowflakes.

He wasn't talking but his face was moving; morphing,
It wasn't gloopy as you'd expect morphing to be,
But sharp; Jagged,
Stained glass mismatched.

— The End —