#neocolonialism - Hello Poetry

There is blood beneath my tips Nothing escapes it This city exists Atop a backbone Splitting its own flesh We are all guilty We are all ******* guilty

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

a necktie; a noose

There is blood beneath my tips Nothing escapes it This city exists Atop a backbone Splitting its own flesh We are all guilty We are all ******* guilty

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maybe a black mouth opening and closing usually you can see the gums the teeth lips stretching over them there’s nothing a gaping entrance to the void there are two stale muffins on the table one soaking in milk it’s been two hours now the room at the top of the stairs is growing louder and louder a piercing bellow drowning out all thoughts but it doesn’t i want to scream throw myself into it until my entire being is lost between the teeth the white black lacuna corn splitting from the cob a rotting banana an empty carton of milk my god, could life be any more boring? i caught a cold sneezed at the floor achoo achoo get well soon cards at my funeral loraclear on my casket dirt over grow me like a mushroom expanding into the root systems puffing into a bulbous fruit pick me and slice me but i trust only supermarket goods picked by mechanised beings ******* on an industrial conveyor belt modernity made physical look into the slaughterpens while you eat your steak barter your children for another shot of coffee hah hah hah, doesn’t affect me strutting your cash like an empty slot machine rigged to emote only with your colleagues while the television blares another thousand deaths **** this ****** world consume me until there’s nothing left everyone’s a nihilist someone brought back a dozen breadloaves from the women’s refuge eat them before they go off turning our bodies pouring soap down the sink all the fishes scales rot away they slowly sink into the depths and line the seabed with teeth and ribs

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

the seabed is littered with dead gaping mouths and everyone deserves to die

maybe a black mouth opening and closing usually you can see the gums the teeth lips stretching over them there’s nothing a gaping entrance to the void there are two stale muffins on the table one soaking in milk it’s been two hours now the room at the top of the stairs is growing louder and louder a piercing bellow drowning out all thoughts but it doesn’t i want to scream throw myself into it until my entire being is lost between the teeth the white black lacuna corn splitting from the cob a rotting banana an empty carton of milk my god, could life be any more boring? i caught a cold sneezed at the floor achoo achoo get well soon cards at my funeral loraclear on my casket dirt over grow me like a mushroom expanding into the root systems puffing into a bulbous fruit pick me and slice me but i trust only supermarket goods picked by mechanised beings ******* on an industrial conveyor belt modernity made physical look into the slaughterpens while you eat your steak barter your children for another shot of coffee hah hah hah, doesn’t affect me strutting your cash like an empty slot machine rigged to emote only with your colleagues while the television blares another thousand deaths **** this ****** world consume me until there’s nothing left everyone’s a nihilist someone brought back a dozen breadloaves from the women’s refuge eat them before they go off turning our bodies pouring soap down the sink all the fishes scales rot away they slowly sink into the depths and line the seabed with teeth and ribs

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There’s blood on your hands. He rustles back not expecting one alive. Lick it. His hands drench in blood. He looks at them, green in his face. Lick it. I demand He looks pathetically insane I grab his jaw and push my fingers to his sides. I take his raw rotten flesh and push it in his mouth **** our blood. Taste your foolish victory. Write your pathetic winnings, but do not forget how it tasted.

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Feb 4

Feb 4, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC

merisofthesea

Vamparies of nature

There’s blood on your hands. He rustles back not expecting one alive. Lick it. His hands drench in blood. He looks at them, green in his face. Lick it. I demand He looks pathetically insane I grab his jaw and push my fingers to his sides. I take his raw rotten flesh and push it in his mouth **** our blood. Taste your foolish victory. Write your pathetic winnings, but do not forget how it tasted.

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