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Sep 2017
Your origin tastes sour trickling down your throat,
your present filled with self-doubt and resentment.
asking why we’ve reached this place
How? in the first place.

A palace filled with all your nightmares painted ivory white,
the walls made of marble begin to crumble.
your bed soft as feathers, flat as every lie you ever dry swallowed
Damnation carved into the headboard rendering the dream catcher suspended above you, useless.

You do not matter, not in this cosmic plane.
Look at the mountains on their tip toes like the black swan ballerina.
The ocean vast, mysterious, endless.
the leaves so green with envy that they are not the ones breathing in.
The dirt like your own mother giving you, (a selfish fiend) every piece of them until there's nothing left.

The hyenas laughing at your ignorance.
Ignorance is bliss.
so much better than this.
So much ******* better than this.

Looks like you’ve given up.
have you had enough?
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
maybe it's simple maybe, like dying...

It’s just that simple,
It’s just that time.
Valeria Ariza
Written by
Valeria Ariza  Houston
(Houston)   
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