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Jan 2015
To celebrate another's punishment. 

I ***** the tears and remove myself from the responsibility. 

His affliction toasted. 
****** with the cadence of your emptiness. 

Above and behind you. 
She pants and dances. 
Pointing to a staircase spilling over. 
An empty cup. 
Twisting humans. 

The lights glistening and the marble gleaming. 
The night haunting and the tenants moving. 

For all this to happen we perish. 

We press on. 

Banners of bruises and the bones broken. 

A neck brace removed with the blossoming tiara. 

Grow your hair for the cutting and the dyeing. 

Undress your shame and zip your spine closed. 
Your ***** exposed.
Your back broken. 

From the crumbling of two hearts your void is filled. 

Admit. 
The killer is not what we've seen. 
The last is not yet behind. 

The mothers sear with thoughts of love. 
The layout between the next time and this irreparable present. 

Your toes curl as your head falls back. 
Severed with steel and your face molten and mended. 

This bed with these hollow walls brought you leave. 

Believe me when I say this distance is what kills. 
If you crawl maybe in time you will learn. 
Maybe with pain you will grow. 

Under Death's watchful I weep and create myself clean. 
I clip my tail and scorch my bliss. 

And simply because this passed means you'll exist. 
Take your lies and lose your story. 
Starve and tell me you need more. 
I want you to admit. 

Contract and stare at the angry sky. 
Grieving with the stricken roots bled deep. 

Repeat and repeat for repetition's sake. 

Open your throat and flood the desert with your pity. 
Drown in your newfound ocean. 
Die for a sake beyond girders and fasteners.

The ember will burn forever. 
Forgotten. 
Alone and with nothing to shine upon.
Tragedy.
Robert Carroll Spear
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