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Why do we hurt each other Why does reputation and ego fuel conflict Good and evil We have both—but why Fear Spray paint *** in pink on that kid’s locker Back-bitten turned backs seek satisfaction The closet Closets churn monstersecrets Hypocrisy’s scarf weaves deliberately around two hangers The gay kid is the first to scream ****** And louder than the others Do you know the gay kid’s heart when the outing is seen coming—it’s the worst the time between ‘getting caught’ and being ‘outed’ is the most fatal heart and soul in throat then writhe a darkness that’s curdled and sour tears follow their predecessors tracks on a twisted, wizened face red lightbulb eyebrows the chispa releases fear and tension choked spine back bend in bed --and social media Displaced reality Magnified consciousness Reread, recheck, redo Perpetuate and recreate the wound Contagion medium everyone has to come out somehow in some way drop the hate drop the leather belts rope blade pills gun alcohol cough syrup … house hold products we have too many outs shed the closet and shed your doubts
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Notes from the Pink Inside
Why do we hurt each other Why does reputation and ego fuel conflict Good and evil We have both—but why Fear Spray paint *** in pink on that kid’s locker Back-bitten turned backs seek satisfaction The closet Closets churn monstersecrets Hypocrisy’s scarf weaves deliberately around two hangers The gay kid is the first to scream ****** And louder than the others Do you know the gay kid’s heart when the outing is seen coming—it’s the worst the time between ‘getting caught’ and being ‘outed’ is the most fatal heart and soul in throat then writhe a darkness that’s curdled and sour tears follow their predecessors tracks on a twisted, wizened face red lightbulb eyebrows the chispa releases fear and tension choked spine back bend in bed --and social media Displaced reality Magnified consciousness Reread, recheck, redo Perpetuate and recreate the wound Contagion medium everyone has to come out somehow in some way drop the hate drop the leather belts rope blade pills gun alcohol cough syrup … house hold products we have too many outs shed the closet and shed your doubts
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Micronesian
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
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