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06.16.2020

by deadboycreek

SANGRE walls within which i remember onward forward, behind dawn of which description eludes me a first breath i don’t recall rooms from then, distorted now the fish eye lens was table tall convex surface assimilates i soak it in, engrossed in all each and every vein of mine, fueled and stoked, the patterns lined new formed flesh, still unweaned memories then, mistook as dreams a room is set, the set´s a scene, i witness then, unknowingly the very fabric of my being learned it then, and learned by seeing fragments come, they hurry so the actors speak in spoken code nothings clean, it's all a mess memories mix, froth & coalesce memory? more like (i guess) retrace the steps, revert, regress in these rooms, to point and map this was here and that was that onward, forward, front to back the space between my ears- a trap the senses flare, they reenact the murky water, the muddy past to reach the end of the fog at last strangers turn in blurry masks to everything i became attached perhaps a hand loosened its grasp... a chain of mine, oh these veins of mine two points in space meet and intertwine three points in space becomes a spine a crooked tree is what you get with nine my body then, in the bath year ninth to the future, then, bliss-fully blind defined already, by fading time on a spiral path, set to unwind the circles i run in, and how to suffer understanding myself- attempting with others center, mine own, came from some other i grew up and out from under you,- mother witness me, as i unfold, an open wound, come behold, the rooms all speak the story told my flesh of flesh is all exposed the ego tears in shards of glass, i clench the fist, i grab and grasp the days they flew, everything's past i didn’t notice, they hurried fast blood that drips, it drips deep red patterns learned, behavior spread to run in circles, to point and gasp “i” am this and “i” am that the eye in my forehead is insight ahead i be the tip of a very long thread, white roots of this tree, deep under spread i be the fruit, i am the blood that it bled
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deadboycreek
22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
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Written by
deadboycreek
22 / Non-binary / mérida, yucatán
Published
Jun 18, 2020
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06.16.2020 1:16am

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