WA 4, Draft 1 BLAH
Cords breaking sound overtaking.Goodnight.
walls covered with car crashes.
dictionary, sugarplum fairy.
Followed you home--
Slanted eyes, crackling.
snagged on a nail.
heart on the floor-
Pouring over books- why so damned gorgeous?
this is bad enough-
the conversation heart says
"HOT 4 U"
an aggression with myself.
wish I could rebel.
My mom always said something about being a child-
Stay a child.
in my mind, over and over and over again,
rocking, singing the our father,
peppermint scent, lightning catching.
Always slightly pulled grasp.
followed outside-
blaring monster mash.
I don't want to remember anymore.
Heat permeates.
knuckles crack.
a gentle smash in the back of the head.
severed, candy corn pours out.
the man goes in to look for chapstick.
the noise is as loud as the silence.
slight reminiscing-
falling
a dream. cliff jumping
waking up, falling.
come here, boy.
i was in love with the idea in my heart.
in reality, it was like a sharp pain like while hemming,
you prick your inner palm.
then, suddenly, hands become flat, pointed,
electricity flows through viens,
if any one was out there, surely all would be saved.
in the end,
my grasping finger lingers only a second
like trying to hold a gallon of milk with a pinky,
trying to hold this in
beyond seam ripping
only tension holds ice together.
don't put yourself in those situations.
finish what you start.
rely on inner strength.
the bee nor the bird will come to rescue.
split second, split ends, lather, rinse repeat.
up in smoke.
desolation is the only consolation.
wings don't exist.
no clouds and fiery orbs.
put 2 and 2 together.
i find it easier to factor life,
think of it allgebraically--
ceremonies,
triangulated,
overrated,
nothing let to salvage anyway.
cross yourself with the sign of the heart.
posted by Marigene Willson @ 7:13 AM
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