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KD Evans Oct 2017
Sepia hues stain the sky.
The sun bleeds. Clouds cry nearby.
Still, I look at you and thank you’re mine...
KD Evans Oct 2017
“I’m going to turn off the light” she said
“I’m tired but I don’t want to lay in bed”

Come to bed, I said, don’t worry about the light
She paced across the landing floor.
Throughout the week and night.

“I’m going to turn off the light” she said.
“Just leave it one more
day. What’s the worse that will happen? It’s only one light!“ I say

I know it’s not a light.
I know it’s not simple
When the light we ponder over is a symbol for the
disco
Prom
And those ******* school dances

The same tunes were played
“Look at her, with her legs splayed” said they
Yours arms and feet all astray
On the dancefloor
She pirouettes amongst the stars
That’s were she fits  
To me

But your feet are weary
You’re all worn out
Rest your eyes
Turn that light out

I wish I could turn it off for you

Yet while you dream (and if you dream) dream of days of dancing
Amongst the stars (or earth(or sleep)
We’ll dance like you at twenty-two.
KD Evans Oct 2017
My relationship with God is like an ulcer.
I play with it with my tongue.
At times
I bite it just to feel something
Just to feel like I’m not imagining things

One day
         It burst
A polyp
         Inside me


The salt rushed around my mouth
A piece of skin. A tag. That’s what’s left of this
Misgrowth
A bullet wound left in my cheek
And I hear god whisper tongue is cheek
“I’ll come around again”

— The End —