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It kills my high
when venom is spit
This enclosure,
unlike mine,
comes with a ****** narration

Mine hears birds and owls
wolves and crickets and bats
and sees quite often starlight
smells burning wood
regrettably the occasional crisp arachnid
Commonly scents of Cannabis Sativa, rarely Indica
Incense, and punks
There are sights of resin tables,
half-inflated air mattresses,
and ***** on the fence
Cling of fence gate
Car
Cry of relief or adventure
heat
sleep
aimlessness
11-7-2012
The cerulean dilated blue eyes



Mentioned,



Universes beneath our own
As the moon rises and the sun hides,
With a promiscuous man in the night she rides.
Man of no merit
Man of no sight
Man who knows not how to do right.
His magnetism?
His wealth.
His mind not kind,
and nothing of worth.
But this woman finds him her way off this Earth.
Though not off of this planet but off of the ground
for she wishes for life not of the barrels end.

Her ascent not long-winded,
her mind led astray.
This man she once lived for
Gone as the moon in the middle of day.

As the dusk leaves and the dawn sits in place
she, found in another's embrace,
removes the tears that sit upon her bruised face.
Her mind is now broken,
her will is now gone.
Too often she thinks
He can do no wrong.
No lessons learnt
No wisdom gained.

In her mind in a desert she dwells,
all alone with no comfort,
No water, no well.
You never gave me my book back.
Neurologists say that after breathing ceases
And the body is dead
The brain remains living
For an additional 4-7 minutes.

If mine were to stop tonight
I'd wish you were by my side
And that you'd sing to me in those 4-7 minutes

So my last moments would be surrounded by your love.
So I'd know that it was all worth it.
And so I wouldn't feel as alone as I do right now.
 Jan 2013 Ashley Wade Parker
Nat
You touched me,

fuckkkkkk,

and I could feel my insides uncurl,
long forgotten what this felt like.

****** blush on my cheeks,
while your lips covered,
the parts of me that would be my u n d o i n g.

Gasps and grasping at something immobile,
while you sent me soaring
with your oral dexterity.

Only whimpers, breathing rushed,
what is my name again?
So close to the heavens, you're my super nova,
                         r
                       e
                     v
taking me o        the moon.

Gimme, gimme, headspace so intense.
Harder, faster, take me there.

Coming in with sparks and the day's
worries just shatter, forgotten.

Sated, saccadic, sanative.
 Jan 2013 Ashley Wade Parker
Nat
I've slept with more
men,
than I care to
mention.
Looking for something,
I convinced myself
was lost.
When all along, it was buried
inside me,
next to my fears of inadequacy
and last shot of *****.
Move over the self doubt, shuffle
through the lies,
you find it, there.
There Right there!

I found it, myself.
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