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A grim vision on prescription pills A future you hope there's still time to avoid. Because beneath all the cheery waving And bubbling surface-level conversation Lurks the same bad wound that won't heal if it's covered. That itches Just turns to stagnant mush Sticking to the crusted pillow. Yearning for fresh air Aching for exposure, the sun and wind and rain and stars. Desperate to impress, to repulse To spread beyond the derelict tomb To which this episode of history has been condemned to rot. So become not the pitiful **** Upon whom your judging eye scornfully rests, And instead burst forth in a tidal wave Of hot bile and vitriol Dripping from the bloodied fingernails. It will not be pretty But then neither are you.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
The Itch
A grim vision on prescription pills A future you hope there's still time to avoid. Because beneath all the cheery waving And bubbling surface-level conversation Lurks the same bad wound that won't heal if it's covered. That itches Just turns to stagnant mush Sticking to the crusted pillow. Yearning for fresh air Aching for exposure, the sun and wind and rain and stars. Desperate to impress, to repulse To spread beyond the derelict tomb To which this episode of history has been condemned to rot. So become not the pitiful **** Upon whom your judging eye scornfully rests, And instead burst forth in a tidal wave Of hot bile and vitriol Dripping from the bloodied fingernails. It will not be pretty But then neither are you.
I am preoccupied with the grimmer aspects of the human body, particularly wounds. It is often with fixation in mind that I attempt to make sense of other aspects of life.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
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