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 Feb 2020 cannabis cat
SoVi
Snow that falls
Breaths that cease
Hands that freeze
Eyes don't see

Can you move?

From the world
As they wrap
Their hands
On your throat

Can you scream?

For mercy
Salvation and
Vindication
For your dreams

Can you fight?

With your hands
Holding a blade
Aimed straight
Pointing at them

Or will you die?

Final exhale
A sigh goodbye
Hand outstretch
Towards the sky



© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Inspiration: Prelude in E Minor by Audiomachine
where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019
 Nov 2019 cannabis cat
MT Browder
I've built this machine with bleeding hands
I've shaped it to cheat the wind
I've shined it with polish and sweat
I've balanced it with feel
and powered it with iron and steel
I've become one with it and gave it life
I know air like the falcon
I know speed like the cheetah
and I do not have fear
for this is where my spirit is forever free
tribute to all those who took their final lap on the track
 Nov 2019 cannabis cat
FOD
You speak impetuously
Daggers form on your tongue
They cut me open and leave me shaking.

I have my thoughts
You give them truth
I can taste your feelings in your kiss
 Nov 2019 cannabis cat
chris
for you
 Nov 2019 cannabis cat
chris
i hope you enjoy my twisted performance
it is all for you
i broke my legs for you
my spine aches for you
i am a machine for you
 Nov 2019 cannabis cat
Bailey
Things with wings
So free
Go wherever
Do whatever they please
Just free
But my wings
Were cut
With the knifes
Of my friends
These holes in my back
Act as my reminder
That even friendship
Has a price

— The End —