Blisters rub my skin,
Shed my bones,
And tear my fingernails to shreds.
Crippled into misery,
I find myself dripping…
Farther–
From the sane life I was promised
By a poisoned voice,
Singing hymns
For the gods that swish through stories.
Words that bleed with ink that
Does not bear the mark of trust-
They plucked my life;
Dangling me from the twisting beam
And yielded fear to beat my heart for the journey ahead.
Batman toasters gave me you.
They gave me a best friend
who laughed with me when no one else would
and ran away from the wasps during recess
(we always went near the fence/shade from trees)
May I just say, dear
You look marvelous next to me.
Dazzling, even, perhaps.
Morning glories hold my heart out to you
So
May I just say,
you are the star
dazzling in the bright abyss I provide.
When is the question history can never tell us because it is always and never for someone.
And everyone is rarely possible, but many
is a blessing only found when the puzzle is given attention to be solved carefully.
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