Leave me alone,
The door is etched with sidewalk scratches
Blood or chalk will paint my walls.
My phone case smells of last tuesday, my breath
Smells of you. We celebrate our angst with massacres.
I’ve been stretched apart and taped back together,
Banded like pangaea, my tectonic plates frail from my inner
Earthquakes.
My inner earth.
The crust has always been cracked
But have you ever seen
Raw gold molten?
NO SOLICITORS PLEASE
More by crisscross
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Moral Reminder to Myself
No one looks like a villain once dead.
There is no threat in a lifeless body,
In screaming mothers and weeping daughters.
Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.
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Release
She was born in the radiation era,
A veil of marble covers her eyes,Her lids webbed in waves:
They were stitched too tight
to permit the penetration
of the perpetrator.
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supernova
when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.
it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.
and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,
it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered
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