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poetry is dead which is to say god is dead which is to say mankind is alive which is to say hello which is to say goodbye. each atom splitting like meat cleaver to skull, teeth to wishbone. tongue wrapped around firework wrapped around bleeding bullet heart. i want him to tell me i taste like milk and honey. like rose petal wine, like those organic strawberries my father refuses to buy. i want him to tell me i feel like shrapnel. like serpent skin, like sand paper scrape. i want him to tell me loving me is hard which is to say i want him to tell me the truth. the truth is dead which is to say ‘i love you’ which is to say 'you taste like gunpowder’ which is to say 'i’d go to war for you’ which is to say 'wake up, poetry is dead.’
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
A Dream She Once Had
poetry is dead which is to say god is dead which is to say mankind is alive which is to say hello which is to say goodbye. each atom splitting like meat cleaver to skull, teeth to wishbone. tongue wrapped around firework wrapped around bleeding bullet heart. i want him to tell me i taste like milk and honey. like rose petal wine, like those organic strawberries my father refuses to buy. i want him to tell me i feel like shrapnel. like serpent skin, like sand paper scrape. i want him to tell me loving me is hard which is to say i want him to tell me the truth. the truth is dead which is to say ‘i love you’ which is to say 'you taste like gunpowder’ which is to say 'i’d go to war for you’ which is to say 'wake up, poetry is dead.’
glittrghost
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
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