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Another lunatic trip to
the hospital.
Nine days, this
go around.
For the first two
days, I just pulled
the covers over my
head and pretended I
was back in the womb.
It was warm and safe.
As much as I
wanted to stay,
I knew it was time to
be reborn into this
strange world of
sick streets, and
broken dreams.
 Apr 2021 Rebecca Brenes
Jason
You're much stronger than any antidepressant I've ever been prescribed.
Brought to you by Hope
Don't leave home without it.
Gauntlet.

From

birth to

death.

The gauntlet

run.

Staying alive,

ancient

course

once

laid out.

Running

the gauntlet.

From

physical

to mental

obstacles

evolved.

Survival

of the

fittest,

once

obstacles

defined.

Inundation.

Modernities

curse.

Inundation,

smothered.

Smothered

in information,

running

harder to

keep up.

Never,

ending

free flowing

information.

Flooding,

smothering

the mind,

crushing

the soul.

Flow

accelerating

denser,

continuously

denser,

the gauntlet’s

state now!

Runaway

train the

course

has laid

out.

Look

into their

eyes,

humanity

losing

its mind,

its soul.

Flying

off the

rails

civilization

soon

will be.

Best

turn off

the machines,

while

you still

can.
Ziegfield girls with Gatling guns
in complete synchronization,
decked out in Erté.
Watch your step, soldier,
for what's often considered foreplay.

Much like Peter and the Wolf,
one thing leads to another
on this daisy chain,
and as you know,
Burke's only jealous of Lorainne.

I'll tell you what,
dress warm for the ******* snowstorm,
and there'll be a place alongside
such an ingenue.
But what a terrible let down
it would be to find out
she was always smarter than you.
Erté (pronounced AIR TAY): Romain de Tirtoff's pseudonym; he was a 20th-century artist and designer in an array of fields, including fashion, jewellery, costume and set design for film, theatre, and opera.
 Apr 2021 Rebecca Brenes
ju
Cry
 Apr 2021 Rebecca Brenes
ju
Cry
Tattered edge.

Hacked leylandii flicker
needle-teeth and sequins.

When foxes cry
I dream - my rag doll baby.

When foxes cry, I hold her tight -
pinch together seams.

Try to feed her. Bleed instead. Flood
her small, sharp mouth with red -

then watch the blood soak in.

When foxes cry, she screams.

When foxes cry
I dream - my rag doll baby.
 Apr 2021 Rebecca Brenes
deyrah
If the sun was an original light source.
And the mood reflected it.
Then our love was like an abyss
Sad... Lonely, lost.
I often pride myself with adoration for you, i would pray to God and thank him for bringing you to me.
But no matter how hard i prayed
Or how hard i tried to shine my light on you, so you could reflect it.
In the end you always looked at me.
With those eyes.
Those "pathetic fool" eyes.
I knew i wasn't good enough.
But i gave you way more than deserved.
Way more than enough.
My light was wasted in your abyss
My love was wasted on you.
You just didn't deserve me.
 Apr 2021 Rebecca Brenes
Lizzie
The truth is that I wanna cry,
But instead I just shut my eyes, tight--
Pretend that everything is gonna be alright.

And people ask me if I'm okay,
But how can I answer anyway?
I'm scared of what they might say.

I lie and answer, "I dont really know--
It's just not my day and I'm feeling low.
It will be probably be fine tomorrow."

I'm tired of people but sick of me,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely,
Wanting to be alone but so lonely.
I write about you because I need you to exist in my world somewhere, to remind myself that you were real. That we were real.
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