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Commercial veneer

Laid on thick can’t open eye lids

Lacquer red lips

kisses are permanent

Vantablack glazed hair shimmering

Skin colored plaster no warmth emitted

A mic in her teeth snoring melodies

Catch the z’s it’ll make you love sick

See through the image

Tear through the plaster

please help awake my sleeping mistress

The masses master

Cold to the touch

Feel a pulse quake?

Prevent thy heart being carried away

The masses kiss her veneer

that’s why she’ll never wake

While her spirit lies bruised, buried, and burned beyond these gold painted gates

Her gentle eyes laid upon me

Naked and afraid!

All she needed was someone to say

I want to know your name.
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Brian Yule
& then
Finally knowing itself
Candour rode naked
Unwrapped in a splendour
Born in shade
Freed finally from the clamour
Of clinging on
This raw dark undappled
A ripe fruit
Plucked from empty branches
After the fall
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Brian Yule
Vacant mirror
Arid pen
Sallow silence

Naked page
Swallowed minutes from
Borrowed hours

Cave's former roar
Sunken stream
Struck dumb

Wallow in
Parched flow
As hollow grows

Sin hallow
Burrow deeper
Into ashes

Seeking signs
Of dew saved
From the drought
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Brian Yule
Quilting words to pad
This unfathomable ache
Wrap me up hollow
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Brian Yule
Immersed in meadowfoam nectar
Deputised to cross the threshold
Feaster feeds a future
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Mansi
Nap
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Mansi
Nap
Some days
You just need
To take a
Long nap
To reset your
tired brain
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Mansi
Fix me Lord
Fix my broken heart
So I can help
Other broken hearts
Yeah, there were those times
when he talked with
grandma about God
and she told him what a horrible place
hell is

"You suffer every day but can't die."

"Every day?"

"Every day. And can't die. Only
suffer!"

Grandma had four years of
schooling to her life
She didn't consider
the possibility of getting used to
the suffering
If it happens daily and you
don't die... well.

Hell therefore is not pain

It is monotony

Today he had 18 years of schooling
and 10 of working
a dead-end office job
He was accredited to define hell

Hell was monotony

Doing the same thing over
and over
and over again for the rest of
eternity

That was hell

And maybe grandma would've
agreed

maybe not

But there was one thing he remembered
about hell. Something he'd
heard from his mother back in the day
she'd quit chemotherapy to save the
money for his college
"The way out is
one smile away!" she'd said

Yeah. The way out.

He stood

left his cubicle
went into the bathroom
took out the razor blade from his pocket

and slashed from the corners
of his lips
all the way to the ears

deep

And again

There it was. An avalanche of feeling. So
much feeling!

He dipped his fingers into
the blood and
drew a smiling face on the
mirror

One smile away!

He shook with laughter and
adrenaline. There
was so much to feel! He laughed for
a full seven minutes.

And then returned to
his cubicle
and resumed work

The others were too deep in
hell to notice him
or the trail he left behind
 Nov 2020 Sara Kellie
Bobby Dodds
Among the worlds injustices-
My favorite to keep track of
is
impossibility.
the deserts of
sameness
and
originality
show you the face of
success
to trap you in pitfalls of
mirrors,
reflecting the lack of
creativity
and
directionless words.
while I walk among
lost forums,
blog posts,
and
message boards,
hierarchal trickling of ideas spread out
to the breadth of unoriginality;
within these artifacts of
the creatives
and artists
and
failures.
I've been inactive recently as I accidently fractured my skull a bit and lost the ability to be a human, and read, and write, and I just need to find some way to get my creativity back
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