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RueSE Sep 20
Ow.
Wisdom teeth
Pulling our natural teeth from our faces for our future
Offense is the best defense
Pull all four even if only one is troubling you
Though the other three may be peaceful they are not useful
Of no use to me
Save the time, energy, and pain to feel them all at once
It's better to really hurt for a moment than feel the dull absent presence for a while

They may have been peaceful
I should have asked to keep the one who tried to stay
One, two,
Four pieces
I feel you deep in my face when you’re gone
Now you’re charred biohazard material
Ash that once was me
Choking some stranger instead of a cigarette,
Ouch.
No, seriously
RueSE Sep 18
Dying petals adorn the sidewalk
They're varying pigments document life's varying stages of leaving,
Thwarts drafts of wind, their nature
to revel in my gaze
Not in act of personification,
They are not the object of attraction
No,
But a messenger to the careful stepper,
“Look up.”
What do you see?

— The End —