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B E Cults Jul 2021
my soul is ink spreading through
water on a page,
among other things.
things like a cop passing me with
hash in my pocket,
like sage growing in the kitchen
window of a one bedroom
apartment in Brooklyn,
like sharing memories through
thin walls that stretch across the
whole country.

ive done just about nothing
and I'm no longer proud of that.

how does that sound as far as intros go?
B E Cults Jul 2021
the pillars holding up
my tranquil sky
started trembling
quite some time ago.

just biding my minutes,
biting my nails.
it's a bad habit
I picked up along the way;
ive got alot of them.

I'm working on that.

when the pillars finally
crumble I hope they transmute
into butterflies before a nimbus
even kisses the dirt.

hopefully.
B E Cults Jul 2021
I'm not anything but a writer
that writes his lies as prophecy
he plucked from between God's teeth.
or a liar spinning prophecy into assorted neon bake sale ads and "have you seen me" fliers tacked to bulletin boards in church gymnasiums recovering addicts
meet every week in.

I hear the coffee is always free.
hot, too.

hi, my name is [redacted]
and it's been 57 days since I last used
****** and I have learned one thing,
no,
two things in that short time:
it's the people that offer the drugs
as if they were condolences sloppily
scribbled on cards tied to peace lilies at funerals of family members that could never
pronounce your name right
and its ok to cut them out of your life
like rot from a wound if it means saving yourself.
save yourself.

I was an addict for 11 years.
I watched my life go gangrenous,
limb by limb,
all because of what I refused to let go.

again,
at least the coffee is free.

do they have liquid creamer or that non-dairy
powdered ****?
do they have honey or turbonado?
I'm kind of the espresso type.

yes,I'm fine. I promise.

I'm not though.
I'm not though.
I'm not though.
B E Cults Jul 2021
days drag;
I tattooed monster
on my forearm
to remind myself
that my heart is softer
than every sky we ever laughed beneath.
B E Cults Jul 2021
somewhere I read
that my fingerprints
we're set in stone
(flesh)
long before I ever
came to hate myself.

before my first breathe.

yea?

I never saw you dance
and in thinking of that
I realize that I never
actually met you.

I would love to meet you.
that has been a constant.

like breathing.
since I met you.
B E Cults Jul 2021
duh
one of these blasted days
I'll paint this house fire
of mine into Halcyon
something.

you can hear every one of your
names on the wind,
if you listen closely.

Babylon looms.
I'm distant like always.

snub me out,
I'm your last cigarette.

fires die gorgeously.
the mirrors edge is
soap sinking into your bath water.

it's all connected.
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