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Empowerment in the eye of the animal-
A craving in the beast which conquers the will of consciousness
Why would they tame you-
When you let your bones bare the intricacy-
Peeling the flesh from its webbing
They rather enjoy you-
Leave you cradling broken bones
A pleasure too high-
Breathless altitude

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Poison may reside in my veins
But I will be dead before I decay
With the vocabulary twisting my mouth piece
Reverberation of implanted definitions-
Define or be void
Their truth never had a foundation
But hearts pounding through fists impacting chests-
Blinding eyes-
gullible and tattered bow at the feet of  
A plummeting resistance  
Alive or dead-
Numb or otherwise-
Your life-
Given for impotence
No mercy where thought speaks
And casualties withdraw
Where freshly packed soil pierces perspective
Where bones become sedative
And the truly weak lay their heads
On the game of times ticking hand

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.
Love is not blind. We are merely blind compensating with our senses.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
there is so much regret upon a chest
I can't begin to comprehend  how bones have yet to break
carrying the guilt like candy in the mouth-
It's sweet
Until the sugars decay pirates what health there is left to show-
Like a kiss
Taking the sea-
Maroon ripples under the eyes of a moon
Peering with the fixation of a new born child-
Burying what thrives in it's pit-
Taking it from this world

I'll pray-
But I won't mean a word I speak to the god that never lived
And it'll take my heart to the hells that the ignorant lips speak

I'll flare within the embers of killing hands

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean—
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
He waited for her in the evenings blinding black-
She scrambled inside of white sheets trying to find a path that'll define feeling

She was left with nothing but blood on her skin
And an edges impression on her heart  

Alive-
In every sense of wrong

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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