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em Sep 2019
somebody lit my mind on fire
i can smell it through the trees
they have set ablaze
my conscious
reduced my being
to matchsticks.


at least my heart
has yet to touch the flames.
em Sep 2019
she sits in the flora
large, golden eyes search for suffice,
brown fur bristles in the light
her mind is one in prey and life.

- a deer, in her woods
em Jul 2019
a small, perfect child
was run through nights
and walked through walls
but the side of his half open
brain was too much
like holding hell in your hands
unable to look away.

beneath the dying flowers
too long a funeral
makes for too long a night
not to make a child in grief.

open eyed mother falls in her ******
a meaningless hill she must climb for
the man,
and all she can think of is
the child.
this is how she made the child.
em Jun 2019
as a child
i feared the screams
the most
it meant
that all anyone had to say
would boil in their gullet
burn upon the skin
contact amiss
whisper lightly
so the child may sleep today
scream only in the night
so darkness equals
impossible sound
imperishable
phrases etched
in perishable
skin
em Jun 2019
every morning
desire climbs up in
my throat
desperation triggers
madness
which sweeps my body
out
far out
into some warm sea

a different reality
my mind fills up with
flowers and salt
tiny organisms
and a large
beating heart
pumps
gold out
beyond the tide
beyond the universe
beyond the break itself...

what bitter secrets may come
to rest
like whitecaps on the
burning blue

what warm sea may
comfort me.
beyond the burning blue
em Jun 2019
white bear sneaks beyond the ice
and all the blue
to find his prey in wild wind
beyond the ice, beyond all the blue
all bear, white bear, can do
is seek
but how he is mistaken in
his strength
white bear is only
prey to
wild men
em Jun 2019
human beings
create
their entire existence
in mandatory
suffering.
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