Swallowed
crystal edges
carved and scraped what soul disgusts,
spewing hell’s discordance
falling
falling
on the way back up.
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Hate
Roar thy thunder
sling thy arrows,
herald hell’s inferno.
I will not cower from
passion’s voice sustains you.
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Flown
FLOWN
Conscious cacophony stirs
like swarms of bees abuzz
whispers whaling
writhing in the wind
swirls an empty drainpool
vortex vacuum
where go they,
all them once within?
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Lacking
LACKING
I have no baubles
no bangles
no beads
I lack luster
I haven’t polish enough for you
(I am not without prejudice)
I am dwindling
I must Go.
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