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B E Cults Jul 2021
"after" is
cracked alabaster
if your master plan
starts and stops
on the sidewalk
in front of the
house.

experiential data.

platitudes.

I mean,
we had the food
and let it rot,
so why ask
in the first place?

happy belated.
by the way.
B E Cults Jul 2021
step after step
after step;
ive no clue who's
shadow I'm stepping in
anymore.

crying over dogs lost
to traffic,
crying over kids
turned to rubble
turned to retribution
turned to ratings in Damascus,
in Palestine,
in Nagasaki,
Hiroshima.

I'm hanging from a bridge
in Juarez,
still crying.

it never stops.
please,
make it stop.

please.

please.
I can't cry any longer.

I will though.
B E Cults Jul 2021
flowers reaching for azure,
sun gilding everything;
it's all so ******* gorgeous
and yet,
no matter how much splendor
I manage to choke down
I still think about
killing myself every single
******* day.
B E Cults Jul 2021
grinding my teeth
while the world is ablaze;
I'm asleep, I promise.

like my father grinds his.

he is not really my father.
not really asleep, either.

where does that leave us?
B E Cults Jul 2021
hare Rama, hare Krishna.

I'm rabbits running through
a field of barley swaying in
a breeze that reeks of a
Mcdonalds
on fire.

think dreams,
and not breathing.

I'm stars; screaming my name,
your name, our many names,
all night, every night.

delete me, please
B E Cults Jul 2021
cross on every door,
paint still dripping.
I swear that I needed you.

I swear I never did.

floating between stuffing
notes into Corona bottles,
not throwing them,
and writing "stay the **** away"
in ground bone and spit
on the walls of hostels
ive only ever read about.

I shed skin like t-shirts.

I swear that I don't.
B E Cults Jul 2021
ive been shaking
off a shadow for
most my life;
Ceyx washing up,
rotting,
screaming the loudest.

Alcyone wailing about anything.
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