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Steffanie Feb 2017
He was a beautiful person.
The room lit up when he entered it.
He was a beautiful person.
My world got darker when he left it.
Steffanie Feb 2017
Pound of flesh
for an ounce of freedom.
Somehow this all seems so unredeeming.
Give back
Give a little.
Not enough.
Give a lot.
Not enough.
"Give yourself so that I may take."
Give myself.
Too much.
Another pound of ****** flesh splatters on the table
Still you sit emotionless.
Express
Regress
Expose
Impose.
Take my flesh,
Bleed me dry,
Skin me whole.
Devour my soul.
Walk away.
****** mess.
Steffanie Feb 2017
3
2
1
Fry
Fry
Laugh
Fry
Survive
Don't get eaten.
Gluttons.
It will always be us,
Home.
Glory
Merciless
Merciful.
This is our circle,
Crinkle cut & deep fried.
Waffle cut
Curly
& Seasoned.
Get the ketchup
& Drown our starch.
We are crispy.
We are family.
We are fries...
& This is our box.
Steffanie Jan 2017
Groping prostitutes
Violating hearts
and nothing is sacred
and nothing is valid.
Honesty overrated
Love bludgeoned by the masses.
irrational distaste bleeds from the pores.
Spores spawning sores.
Returning blind.
returning.
Leaving
Returning.


What did she tell you?
"You didn't pay me enough."
Steffanie Nov 2016
And so here we are
****** and pillaging old memories.
Carving turkeys and making half families.
Death takes the other half and makes it whole.
Fake "how do you do's?" make the world a bigger place.
"Traditions, Family, Food, Smiles"
we wipe our feet on these half truths
and tuck them into bed
carrying, now, a fully packed suitcase
and trying to stuff a 10lb turkey in it.

Things will never be the same
Things will never BE THE SAME.
Steffanie Nov 2016
Bottle in hand
Drowning the indifference
Feeling the life
Sinking and crying,
we are born.
New light, you see?
Do you feel?
At the alters we kneel and
we are whole again.
Holes emptied and filled in.

Throw it in the trash.
Throw it against the wall
and release
it
all.
Here we are again.
Better this time and born to make pristine chapels
at the feet of Mary.
Blood to wine
Water to *****
And
we
are
all
strangers.

Gurgling strangers set apart to form a perfect storm.
Chaos ensues
we go blind
as we
feel our way through the darkness.
Through the broken window pains
we see
we cut our hands
on our own souls
pity falls with the trickling stream of tears.
Wash the carcass in blood and
Take it back.
The empathy
sympathetic smiles
hushed forgiveness
mulling over
all of the insanity.

This chaos.
This
is
MY
frenzy.
Douse it in holy water
find redemption
do it again.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Crumbs of putrid
distaste.
Eons of love.
"Clean up the pieces and ask no questions."


****

Do you hear me now?
Steffanie Oct 2016
All is violent, all is bright.
Miracles of life dying in hindsight..
Life's many mysteries hidden in plain view
and I am left blind and happily unaware.
If we are all sinners, then we must, too, be saints.
Creek flowing rapidly and I am but a trickle.
Single depository,
making milk
and
depleting life's resources.
We are all friends,
We are all friends.
Enemies of enemies.
Empty promises
and glasses full of regret.
Contracts signed in blood & feces.
All is violent
All is bright.
All is violent.
All is bright.
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