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 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Spill more from your lips

Let me hear one more time

Who's really obsessed with who
Open wide, and spill forth your nightmares.

6th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
I flew into the embrace of uncertainty
Afraid of what I'd find, alone.

Now, after settling on the shoulders of choices made
I'm mostly home

And I'm me
And we're home

And there's no point being selfish anymore.
Three masks, with the fourth of my own personal Beast.

6th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Amidst the temperature dropping

The words and actions blended together

Then symphonies became orchestral

And I knew then, they were instrumental

Caressing my soulless vacant husk

Kneading feelings back into me.
And the feelings persist

And the feelings persist

6th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Perhaps at the end of my ink, the end of graphite.

This is the way I bleed best, into paper.
And howl I will at the empty spaces between my fingers, without a way to let the words escape.

4th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
They said, write well.

They said, write less.


I wrote, breaking as every word I poured had a piece of me.

I wrote, letting my soul enunciate every word, proofreading their symphonies.
Their words, infesting.

4th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
My flesh is crawling
Coated with the sensations
That were left from yesterday

My heart is cracking
Bound together by hope
That I chose to hold close/dear

My soul is fading
Touched by the end of all things
Where even death may die.
Delve deeper into your own depths, to emerge haunted.

4th of January 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
There are moments

Which you speak


But there are moments

Where you halt your breath


And speak of something else

For better or for worse.
Hear the halting spaces between my speech.

Heralding The Bibliography Of Unspoken Truths.

4th of January 2018.

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