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Bug bitten and red
I wrestle with time and
plead with the dead

Give me the answers
for the voices
in my head

Blue and green bruise
i’m shaking with anxiety
before hearing the news

Lead me to a place
of peace
where I can feel free

Scarred, burned, and ******
give my shadowed thoughts
a run for their money.
Simmering down
to an unnoticed lull.
A null state of being,
a dormant volcano.

Though the magma boils
deep, deep, deep inside—
on the surface it is cold.
icy.
ignored.

The fire, it burns solo.
Once sharing the electric eruption
with the charming atmosphere—
letting go,
feeling, for once.

Now,
lays low.
Boiling hot— burning the inside.
internally combusting.
suicide.
I am surrounded by red, beating walls
that cast violent shadows on my skin
and threaten bruises with each beat.

Inside, it is deafening.
I cannot hear myself breathe
though, these gory walls shrink my lungs
and throw me into a dark red sleep.
The T shirt is grand.
A medium muted blue, with delicate speckles of gray—
and white accents.
Its dark red stains dress under my arm
to the side of my breast.
White paint smeared on the bottom right
unevenly.
It fits over my legs when i don’t want to exist.
It’s the costume for the time being
fit for a queen like me
Red-haired artificially
with shiny teeth,
clean knees
with a gap in between.

and my voice will carry
like a songbird in the morning.
Beautifully composed
uttering a peaceful warning

My linens
So pink...
no blue stains to be seen.

And the skin I wear
Porcelain.
airbrushed and screaming
a lulled importance

With my night creams
and appointments
lessons and ointments

I will become the most perfect woman-made sculpture America has ever seen.
I feel profound.
Airy,
suffocating in optimism
without secreting a sound.

It's as if I wave from a flagpole
free from control
from even myself.

And the beautiful breeze,
brushes up against me peacefully
without disturbing a sparkle on me.

I feel solid in the most liquified way imaginable.
Yet I know, when the clock strikes twelve,
all life will be ****** out of me.
On this haunting path
I find my feet are trudging
over broken glass.
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