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InRetrospxct May 2018
School didn’t give me morphine for the
Aggravated assault; blunt force teaching and stuff.
Veins of dark-blue/black that lead into bones,
Even that was not enough.

Margins. two-finger spacing. the tainted, poisoned water I was taking.
Eluding imaginary devils, they banished their children to the depths, to teach them tough.
Help didn’t arrive upon graduation. warranty didn’t come with national simulation.
Evil hiding in plain sight within the corps of duty. waiting for

Lies propagated by Big Brother to break me.
Principle: punitive doctrine for baiting, hating, dictatin - HUSH!
Ubiquitous eyes follow us everywhere,
Slithering silently in the underbrush.
InRetrospxct May 2018
are we weak ?
is it human to be weak if
we fall to pluck our shrapnel
from the ticking time
but there had to be an art to falling if
in time
nothing will lick the wounds
time had forgotten

maybe we fall to embody
mortality
the delicate, crisp, fragility of life
that eventually dooms us
we cannot escape it - but only try
and the little time we have, thus
makes us
human shrapnel
gone with the wind of the universe
off to pierce another’s
time
wrote this while i was drunk whoops

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