Shallow Victoryprose for enmities
Where were you when I was tied to a tight right fright fight flight- out of site- bed of nails?
Where were you as I climbed the river’s apex- onto the bridge to jump into the grubby gray filthy foul nubilous turbid Yarra River during afternoon peak hour?
A couple of years later I found a path that led me to solid ground.
The floor of leaves: ashen brown- dried from the autumn skies that frighten the forest walls lived my torso and mind.
Decision plus: chambering up the tree-big burly branches to hang on to or to just hang: whatever you please- I swung backwards and jumped down only to feel fervently frighted and let down by myself.
Bad reasoning is the corner stone of every neuro-domapine- lacking- serotonin- high- chemical- affected-aneurysm-apocolptic-trip-of- nine- inch holes- cranium-madness
Am I supposed to weep at a funeral every other time?
Or cry at birthdays?
I don’t know anymore.
Lost the music in the ears.
Loud as London buses.
To Camden Town or Finsbury Park
Back North where we lunch in Hampstead Heath.
Meeting with the dead-turning life into sugar- was my soul brain fed properly.
Nice to hear the dream come truly alive.
Ears are made of wax.
Eyes to peer in.
Tax merchants visiting their wards.
I exist as a soiled tar glum stolen by a grub ancient times ago.It’s about the whole rage. Ripping into your sick mind and gut stripped out of you like a lamb slaughtered.
Another organic area of bile.
Living with a sin or kin.
Blabber- bub-drums-it into a ball
Dearth path laugh quark
Dim- win-din-pinned and high on smack
Hot tot rot amaze me with your scream number 1
Bella- we all been one sometime
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 5:51 AM UTC
Shallow Victoryprose for enmities
Where were you when I was tied to a tight right fright fight flight- out of site- bed of nails?
Where were you as I climbed the river’s apex- onto the bridge to jump into the grubby gray filthy foul nubilous turbid Yarra River during afternoon peak hour?
A couple of years later I found a path that led me to solid ground.
The floor of leaves: ashen brown- dried from the autumn skies that frighten the forest walls lived my torso and mind.
Decision plus: chambering up the tree-big burly branches to hang on to or to just hang: whatever you please- I swung backwards and jumped down only to feel fervently frighted and let down by myself.
Bad reasoning is the corner stone of every neuro-domapine- lacking- serotonin- high- chemical- affected-aneurysm-apocolptic-trip-of- nine- inch holes- cranium-madness
Am I supposed to weep at a funeral every other time?
Or cry at birthdays?
I don’t know anymore.
Lost the music in the ears.
Loud as London buses.
To Camden Town or Finsbury Park
Back North where we lunch in Hampstead Heath.
Meeting with the dead-turning life into sugar- was my soul brain fed properly.
Nice to hear the dream come truly alive.
Ears are made of wax.
Eyes to peer in.
Tax merchants visiting their wards.
I exist as a soiled tar glum stolen by a grub ancient times ago.It’s about the whole rage. Ripping into your sick mind and gut stripped out of you like a lamb slaughtered.
Another organic area of bile.
Living with a sin or kin.
Blabber- bub-drums-it into a ball
Dearth path laugh quark
Dim- win-din-pinned and high on smack
Hot tot rot amaze me with your scream number 1
Bella- we all been one sometime
Written by
36/Cisgender Female/Melbourne Australia
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 5:51 AM UTC
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