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Jason Apr 2021
This heartbreak was an incantation,
Rumor and influence and imitation.
Malevolent power channeled through,
Assumptions and lies deftly hewn.
Harsh runes gouged into bedrock,
Strong shoulders disfigured by stony bulk.
Fault lines grinding thoughts to dust,
Eldritch-enspelled entropy engraving rust.
Mortally wounded by arrival unreported,
Time and space...     by distance distorted.
Lost and found, wreckage on stormy sea,
Seeking our love, stolen in infancy.


© 04/10/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved.
Staring off in the distance thinking about everything and nothing at the same time
Starting to hear a chime
Out of mind and body, not feeling godly
Look at the clock, it's been a minute but it feels like an hour,
What is this power,
I feel like I'm nowhere,
But I'm right here,
And I'm shedding a tear
A pause in the rain,
Caused by internal pain
It's been an hour, but feels like a second
Reality crashes down bringing a frown
Then shuffling around,
Looking like a beaten hound
Inside of a pound
But look close, it only shows in the eyes, in the the depth of the pupils , a wolf cries.
Sindi Kafazi Jun 2018
Sometimes I feel like I’m in the midst of a junk yard
***** junk yard girl
I’m part of all the scrap metal
Rusting away
Under the gentle yet violent embrace of such a ridiculously big sun, so powerful and on top of us
It’s no wonder summers make it so hard to breathe...
Then again so does the brisk wind, in a bitter winter

You can’t win.

I imagine myself immersed in the sand of a desert
the sand enters my cuticles till they explode
let me just bleed
In total
Peace

Letting the sand run through my fingers, just for a brief moment

I can control time.

Like popcorn stuck in your molars
While the smooth butter just lathers up your taste buds
I live feeling bipolar

Nostalgia can ******* away
with a high so strong
It makes me want to live

Maybe it’s the magic of those late 90’s cartoons glaring through my tv screen

Sugary cereals before they were so bad for you

Maybe it’s how people seem, from the distance of time

Like an alien
I roam around this life that is mine
Advanced enough to blend in
Curious enough to stand out looking lost.


-Sindi Kafazi

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