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you never expected to become
a hack job,
but face it
stupid girl
you saw nothing wrong with being sick until they were all
screaming at you that you were and
you were swallowing flower petals and ocean views because
you are what you eat, and
even if you aren't then maybe (if anything) the salt
could close the wounds
(never mind the sting, it's not like you can feel it anymore anyway).
my dear you are a catastrophe,
you are far too pliable for your own good,
far too ready to adapt to the unthinkable but unable to
backtrack,
you lack
the common sense to circumvent the disasters you have
taken upon yourself
to endure
in place of them
(the ones who got through to your thick head and
convinced you that you're nothing unless led astray).
you leave your wilted flower stems in the ashtray,
hope to lead yourself back to stability and say
i'm not an atrocity i'm an array of
everything i need to be to feel
human again.
you have been reborn into
all your mistakes and all the times
you've been replaced and
misplaced yourself:
you're an outcast now,
little girl,
welcome to the realm of misfits
and chaos and
your own personal hell.
you are a voodoo doll and if you were wise
you'd take the time to
reevaluate why you're here
(as if you haven't overthought it enough anyway)
you have transformed into the
manifestation of your downfall,
and all the things you did
to yourself to get here.
whisper quietly warnings to the onlookers -
do as i say not as i do
(you never meant to become like this but that
doesn't mean you're exempt from the
consequences).
a hack job,
but face it
stupid girl
you saw nothing wrong with being sick until they were all
screaming at you that you were and
you were swallowing flower petals and ocean views because
you are what you eat, and
even if you aren't then maybe (if anything) the salt
could close the wounds
(never mind the sting, it's not like you can feel it anymore anyway).
my dear you are a catastrophe,
you are far too pliable for your own good,
far too ready to adapt to the unthinkable but unable to
backtrack,
you lack
the common sense to circumvent the disasters you have
taken upon yourself
to endure
in place of them
(the ones who got through to your thick head and
convinced you that you're nothing unless led astray).
you leave your wilted flower stems in the ashtray,
hope to lead yourself back to stability and say
i'm not an atrocity i'm an array of
everything i need to be to feel
human again.
you have been reborn into
all your mistakes and all the times
you've been replaced and
misplaced yourself:
you're an outcast now,
little girl,
welcome to the realm of misfits
and chaos and
your own personal hell.
you are a voodoo doll and if you were wise
you'd take the time to
reevaluate why you're here
(as if you haven't overthought it enough anyway)
you have transformed into the
manifestation of your downfall,
and all the things you did
to yourself to get here.
whisper quietly warnings to the onlookers -
do as i say not as i do
(you never meant to become like this but that
doesn't mean you're exempt from the
consequences).
Literature
el mundo malo
but sometimes the old story comes slinking in again and all the shadows suddenly have teeth and i am small backed into a corner where i cannot fight them where nothing smells like summer mornings anymore just wolf
Literature
NaPo 2020 Day 25
when the first wave came,
it hit with so much force
that i folded
i thought the grief would be
so heavy that we'd sink
but you,
much like your convictions,
never wavered
Literature
Nostalgia
walking upon the empty streets of the corpse of a town buried under the silk cover of the clouded night's sky blessed by the insomnia of the wind that cradled the crows in their sleep as I climbed through the old cemetery up the hill where I sat on the railroad still exhausted by the abuse from an old steam locomotive recently retired as my gaze was drawn to the valley before me where I now saw the barren empty lands where livestock once roamed its void only accentuated by the cold white light from a lone lamppost as the wind went to bed and all was quiet for a moment I sat there and wantingly waited waited and waited until it dawned and I was Home
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