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In the light and shadows of day and night,
the hunger for food emerges,
a journey set on, reaching into spaces that they could dwell on,
never have any left a crumb, any last bit had the job done,
widespread of latent triggers of unsafe, filling the air,
capturing any sign of life,
but deep inside, competitions, break out,
between molds, maggots, fungi, bacteria,
struggling to strive, reaching into our range,
devouring food,
in ways that we never appreciate,
the disgusting look, the faintly smell, the gases of doom,
the endless process of consuming food, the finished chanting of corruption,
lies in the potential of life.

Being the sequence of life that couldn't do without,
living beyond us far more,
taking places we can never have power to reach,
you have lived with evolution,
beside us always,
cleaning after us, after everyone,
giving new life new chance,
letting dead rest in peace.
Everything buried under piles of dead, could have been this world,
but safe and sound because of you,
so important to life on this planet,
no one realized it, but there is an end to the cycle of life,
end,
of decay.
(Freestyle)
I find it it so unpleasant to see my reflection
I look at this skin that I'm in
And I can pinpoint every delicious sin
I can't bare to step on the scale
I"m so horrified by what the numbers will reveal
A painful reminder of how I failed to be thin
Oh please oh please just let me see
This other girl I wish was me
This sounds so juvenile
But I have felt this way for quite a while
Its a terrible thing to see nothing but ugliness
But  I'm just going to sit here and fake smile
Your eyes fixated on this monstrous person staring back at you
The mistakes
The Heartache
I can't confess to anyone
Not even my mother
You know how it goes
They will surely preach to me
You are beautiful you need to see it
Believe it
But I won't my vision is obscured
I will continue to hide behind these doors
Hide in the comfort knowing
No one will ever uncover my deep secrets
My deep thoughts that constantly consume me
Eat me from the inside out
Take control of me dig out my eyes
Show me a creature that is so disgusting and vile
But I won't share this
I promise
I swallow the key
I will  dig deep
Bury deep in the grave
In time they will surely fade
And a flower will bloom
And laugh hysterically at the thoughts and fears
Of a lonely ugly girl eyes filled with tears
I let these tears drown me
As I lay here and reflect on all of this
If only, I could rip out my my mind
Or find  an off switch
Barking dogs, brain rot.
How am I supposed to work?
Stupid *******, man.
And it's like
The less you speak to me,
The harder it is
To get you off my mind.
Since you've made it clear that you don't care,
That I mean nothing,
(Or at least comparatively little),
You consume me.
In denying my attention,
You become an enigma,
And I love nothing more
Than a good mystery.
To my unborn son - I can imagine what your palms would look like covering my eyes from seeing past the wonders written in their lines

I can imagine how your fingers would tangle around my thumb silently wiping tears from under your fingernails after they've caressed my cheekbones.

How your toothless mouth would form a smile for every birthday you'd ever awaken

to the sound of a fireplace heating the brisk morning,

son I promise I'd never expose your birthmark to the brisk morning.

How I'd tell you rhyming stories of statues coming to life at night

wandering through the city's neon light

and how they'd stay out of sight

because they'd scare the people with their might,

just to hear your slowing breath as your eyes close and your mind wanders off into the night alongside the statues.

I can imagine seeing your mother in the way you'd pour orange juice into your glass and

ask me to remove the pulps.

In the way you would argue that fruit loops aren't candy, that I have your eyes when truth be told

I'd go blind at the sight of me inside of them.

How every comment on our resemblance would be brushed aside to later be pondered in a night where statues have grown claws tearing my throat.

Son I want you to know I'd love to wander of into the land of statues with you.

Long for your fingers grasping mine.

But I have seen your palms son, and I fear for you. They look so much like mine.

Wonders have nothing to do with it.
the grit
found its way
into everything,
until she was smooth,
until there was nothing but grey
roundness
like so many pebbles
rolling down the grassy incline
of childhood swallowed up in angry nights.
that dawn
hid from us perfectly,
but there was no sleep.
with lily eyes and patchwork breath,
we waited on the light that never came.
until you left
when I became cold stone.
melted my bones into cliff-face.

there is no light here.
I am crevice.
I am cold.
Been writing a lot recently. Not sure why. I'm sure I have a good reason. (Look, I made pretty shapes with the lines)
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