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one day, they'll see
the incantations aren't working.
the tea lights have gone out
and that chalk-star blew away
along with the dirt it was drawn in.
they will pick me up from the side of the road
and tie me to their best intentions;
but it only looks like freewill as i flail in the wind -
and so, they release me from my puppet-dance.
that cheap perfume they showered me in,
labeled hope, has worn off
and they've begun to smell like death.
they will realize i was stillborn
under the light of a vengeful harvest-moon.
you cannot resuscitate a heart which has never beat
or sing someone a lullaby when they've always been asleep.
the wool will not be pulled over what's dead -
it will not dream.
the incantations aren't working.
the tea lights have gone out
and that chalk-star blew away
along with the dirt it was drawn in.
they will pick me up from the side of the road
and tie me to their best intentions;
but it only looks like freewill as i flail in the wind -
and so, they release me from my puppet-dance.
that cheap perfume they showered me in,
labeled hope, has worn off
and they've begun to smell like death.
they will realize i was stillborn
under the light of a vengeful harvest-moon.
you cannot resuscitate a heart which has never beat
or sing someone a lullaby when they've always been asleep.
the wool will not be pulled over what's dead -
it will not dream.
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
Literature
Untitled
aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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Thoughts
Besides your idiocy,
I have much to say,
Or really,
To complain.
You're loud, you're bossy, you're rude,
You're fussy, you're noisy, you're crude!
Honestly, if I was older,
I would tell this to your face,
But I can't
For I am also a childish case.
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wow that was amazing!