Chronic Esacapist (aquarium_dreams) wrote in poets_working,
Chronic Esacapist
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Three.


PUKE

Puke
I'm angry
Knock twice
If you're hurting
I lied
I don't miss you
Pick
The scab
Dirt
On your fingers
Rot
Like Roadkill
Kill
The lights
I'm dumb (I need you)
I'm done (I hate you)
I'm dying



SELF HARM

You look exhausted
Dear
Have you been eating well?
Open your mouth
And let the secret wriggle in
Flies and centipedes
Too many legs and wings
We'll cut them out

The well worn path
And snag
Blooming bruise is a ruse
And your mother suspects
Never meant to hurt
Anyone but one's self

Always had the best
Intentions
But you threw yourself down
The stairs yesterday

Split lips, got your
heart broke on purpose
let's pour some salt and lemon in

Your eyes bleed saline
But they still stare vapid at
Stunning white noise from holiest sources
I heard about
The knot you're tying
No one knew it was
A noose



KOI POND AT DAWN

When the morning came
It brought no warmth
Only shrill birds
Singing like your voice
Overwrought and apologetic

Your sorrow was maddening
To look upon, but
worse still, I think
To feel

Girls! Look what you're doing!
You let the wolf in the back door
I thought you would have known better
Then to let me find
Your milky moon eyes
Staring out of a koi pond

Were it possible
I would kiss pink your blue lips
Were it plausible
I would give your frigid fingers
My own warmth

It's too late even to shiver
You're too far gone to whimper
Your lungs are full of water
And I cannot help
But wonder
How much of it's my fault


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