#beherenow
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The lions are at the gates
The LIONS are at the GATES
Please — please, PANIC
They asked for volunteers and you swore
You SWORE
And here you are exposing the secret belying the deepest chasms of affinity for nothing be nothing be nothing be nothing
Thirty pieces of silver is too much
The LIONS are AT the GATES
You SWORE
They told you it would ****
They told you what it felt like to be dissected on a molecular level — to plummet headlong through a blackhole out from the context of what has been and into the being of all that will ever
YOU SWORE
And here we are — here I am alone
And the LIONS are AT THE GATES
And we’ve lost another solider to cafeteria food and freshly waxed vinyl flooring and the smell of unscented soap and non-alcoholic hand sanitizers and the taste of Bob Barker toothpaste that fills your mouth as you scrape your maw with ironlike hard plastic bristles and the sound of a door propping open as you shower to make sure you’re not hanging from the curtain and the taste you get on the back of your tongue when you feel the air that is so stale from locked windows and doors it makes you feel nauseous thinking about it and the girl in the corner of the room who colors and you know that she swore too you know that she swore too you know that she swore too because you were there
And I am left
HERE
ALONE
EVENTHOUGHYOUSWORE
EVENTHOUGHTHEYTOLDYOUITWOULDSUCK
EVENTHOUGH
THE LIONS
ARE AT
THE GATE
I should have known.
They told me it would **** when they asked for volunteers.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
our physical bodies are trapped
inside an ever-fluxing cosmos
in this dear hairline crack of time
and yet still our existence is stressed
*operate quicker
get there sooner
figure life out faster*
that we never stop to think
how shameful we are to rush
in a delicate presence
that is a momentary blush
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC