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To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—

stand up at the podium
and tell everyone
I was mad

there was not a single cell
in her body that was sane

*Each molecule was rabid
Each word out of the mouth
breathed in another's pain,
another's thoughts, another's foot
another's absolute, down to Earth
truth

She gladly swallowed razor blades
and never once, coughed up blood
She sought to hold all pain
beneath a heart that would never gain
truth

She was insane

Truth

I can taste you in my sheets,
Your bare skin made an appearance in an empty place,
I can tell you're cold under my breath,
Waiting to cut me open with your sharp tongue and quick wit,
Dissect me and discard me, I know how good you are at that,
All I am is an empty space,
You've filled that void but god only knows how long you'll stay,
Nothing against you,
I wouldn't either,
Why even ask?
I wouldn't bother,
I am in a long line of blood cells waiting to be pumped through your body,
You have fueled me,
You will also burn me down.