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thirty six atrocity
author's note-This is for those of you that remember me as a poet. And no, blondie, I'm not suicidal. I'm purging my negative thoughts in a very healthy way. And yes d, the piece is formatted like that on purpose. They are fragments that come out as such to a beat with pauses and line breaks that form a whole. But my head is not your head, so it'll be a lot easier if you don't try to apply your own logic and rules. okay? You'll only give yourself a headache.
This piece is NC-17 and not kid friendly. Parents you have been warned.
thirty six atrocity
7 Mar 11
She so easily
could watch her former life
trailing down the window pane
in the form of raindrops shaped like flies
The ache was so profound back then
in her mind it's '91 again
and she is just a feeble 17
little miss brilliant
and literally nothing
maybe crazy
as they buzz in her ear and wet her eyes
She severed these ties
like rotted roots
fruit left on the back porch to dry
evidence of a child's science experiment
a basic hypothesis gone awry
smeared across the floor boards
sticky thick juice
sap syrupy tide
memories of dreams denied
he wouldn't let her play in the blood
the hound's hide was not to ride
never mind, there's a reason for that
go bother the sticks and the plaques
make sense of the words that talk back
then when you get done with that
go tell it to the whacks and the quacks
but if they talk back
we will never speak again
then why hasn't it happened yet?
standing still the feet on me, a 36
yr old fake of me
a young old atrocity
if you bite your lip
I hope you don't trip on me
This piece is NC-17 and not kid friendly. Parents you have been warned.
thirty six atrocity
7 Mar 11
She so easily
could watch her former life
trailing down the window pane
in the form of raindrops shaped like flies
The ache was so profound back then
in her mind it's '91 again
and she is just a feeble 17
little miss brilliant
and literally nothing
maybe crazy
as they buzz in her ear and wet her eyes
She severed these ties
like rotted roots
fruit left on the back porch to dry
evidence of a child's science experiment
a basic hypothesis gone awry
smeared across the floor boards
sticky thick juice
sap syrupy tide
memories of dreams denied
he wouldn't let her play in the blood
the hound's hide was not to ride
never mind, there's a reason for that
go bother the sticks and the plaques
make sense of the words that talk back
then when you get done with that
go tell it to the whacks and the quacks
but if they talk back
we will never speak again
"Hey, what happens over time?"
"Things change and they die."
"But sometimes there's magic!"
"And maybe even pie!"
And a voice says, out of nowhere, conjured up from thin air. "Don't cry, baby girl." Someday they will all understand.""Things change and they die."
"But sometimes there's magic!"
"And maybe even pie!"
then why hasn't it happened yet?
standing still the feet on me, a 36
yr old fake of me
a young old atrocity
if you bite your lip
I hope you don't trip on me
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