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Suspended, intoxicated, Their faces spell out a word I can’t read But I hear them, I hear them And I let their ringing voices, their systematic joy Lull me into another daydream. They infect me, slowly, Molten lava flowing to a standstill. Have you ever seen hardened lava? It’s dark, expansive, a plowed field ripe for sowing. But it’s sharp, did you know? It’s glass, obsidian razor blades that tear at your skin Not only sharp, but silent, too- You look down, and you’ve lost a finger. You lose the point of your cheek The slump of a shoulder. Before you know it, You lie there, disconnected pieces bloodied and pale, In a field of expansive black. I am shredded, pulverized The words batter at me, hail and rain on a bowing windshield. Between the crack of my lips And the rats nest pressed to my faded walls Is a numbed mass of slush Protected by a barbed wire fence. Sleeping Beauty’s castle in a wall of thorns- But to keep out, or to keep in? Protected, or jailed? I slumber, curled and warm, A feather to blow, a dandelion to destroy. When the prince comes calling When the clock strikes midnight When they ask me to spin straw into gold I swallow another pill. I drift into another night of distraction, of Reaching hands and wax lips that melt A rainbow of crayons onto my lap- Anything to avoid tomorrow, Avoid the fists and knuckles of responsibilities That press, suspended against my throbbing temples.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
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Suspended, intoxicated, Their faces spell out a word I can’t read But I hear them, I hear them And I let their ringing voices, their systematic joy Lull me into another daydream. They infect me, slowly, Molten lava flowing to a standstill. Have you ever seen hardened lava? It’s dark, expansive, a plowed field ripe for sowing. But it’s sharp, did you know? It’s glass, obsidian razor blades that tear at your skin Not only sharp, but silent, too- You look down, and you’ve lost a finger. You lose the point of your cheek The slump of a shoulder. Before you know it, You lie there, disconnected pieces bloodied and pale, In a field of expansive black. I am shredded, pulverized The words batter at me, hail and rain on a bowing windshield. Between the crack of my lips And the rats nest pressed to my faded walls Is a numbed mass of slush Protected by a barbed wire fence. Sleeping Beauty’s castle in a wall of thorns- But to keep out, or to keep in? Protected, or jailed? I slumber, curled and warm, A feather to blow, a dandelion to destroy. When the prince comes calling When the clock strikes midnight When they ask me to spin straw into gold I swallow another pill. I drift into another night of distraction, of Reaching hands and wax lips that melt A rainbow of crayons onto my lap- Anything to avoid tomorrow, Avoid the fists and knuckles of responsibilities That press, suspended against my throbbing temples.
Raemond
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
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