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What should become of them?
All these fragile white fallen things.
While matted feathers stick to the dew,
of bright morning blades of grass.
Their gaping mouths talk to the depths,
screaming insecurities into his ears.
Sharpened hands close tight around mine,
begging for sympathetic fingertips.
As soft warm eyes squirm in their skulls,
oozing liquid vivid onto tiny faces.
Should I pick them up before they die,
then throw them back into the air?
Though what goes up, must come down,
so maybe then, their better off on the ground.
The Fourth of July
Stand on the rooftop and gaze into the rips where the stars, they drew a promise on his skin with needle tips.
Breathing deep the green-grey smoke, guilty spirals in brown eyes, holding hearts with Porcelain Doll because boy, it gets you high.
You can paint her face like mother's, sign your name in Freckles noir, but only smile disheveled-bitter at the thought that she were yours.
So put your hands up to your mouth and sew it shut with guitar strings, before you shout out to the world the "te amo" you cant sing.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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