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Give them mercy on the river
Let their days be short of dread
Suffer the little children
Put a bullet through their heads

The blood runs down to water
The river flows on south
Taking their Holy Spirit
The breath from out of their mouth

The years turned into decades
The grass grows green and lush
Very few of the living
can recall
or remember much

So I sit upon the edge of nothing
where the beast made men once stood
I feel the chill run through me
Cover my head with hood
 Aug 2019 Sara Kellie
El
Intoxicated
 Aug 2019 Sara Kellie
El
If I drink
Then I have a reason
If I smoke
Please excuse my freedom
If I pop a pill
Then know I'm no good
I'm just a accident on this ****** of a world
Where everyone I trust, turns
Where everyone I love,
Hates
Where all the people I'm surrounded by,
Are always late


But hey,
I'm working on getting out
I'm working on it,
You can hear it in my shout
You can see it in my shudder
You can taste it in my tears
You can smell it in my hate
You can touch the wound
But I'm still as good as a freshly new groom.

I'll be doing better by the time you get back
I swear I won't be as intoxicated as I was
When you turned your back.
It's an exorcism
It's a release
I release my demons
Screaming into the night
And in the darkness
They're finally out of sight
at least for now...
 Aug 2019 Sara Kellie
eileen
don't ask me about the future
I don't plan on making it that far

I don't wish for tomorrow
I left my courage inside yesterday

I lied
I don't think I'll be here next month
I lied
I said it's fine
really
I'm so terrified
starting to cry
let me take it all back

don't make me think so far
the vast
corruption of my mind

I'm not making any plans

everything is so temporary
feels like
I never existed
When she said, Don't talk to me,
She lost some of her voice.
Then I heard, Don't look for me,
She gave no other choice.
Don't touch, I have no feelings,
You make my skin crawl,
Don't expect a pick up,
If you pick up to call
.

But I still smell her everywhere:
The shampoo used on her hair;
The bedsheets where we lay bare;
The fragrance of her festive tree;
Her aromatic herbal teas;
The lilies she could grow in sand,
Are sensational in my memory glands.
RIP
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