The days and nights run together
like smoke through water.
a muted haze
that drifts
in and out of consciousness.
Amnesia guts all ideas,
thoughts,
feelings,
with her little barbed claws
of razorwire.
they flop around, meaty silver flashes
cured in crimson.
my body heaves with expired fish
like some horrible afterbirth
of a miscarried verb.
a semblance of expectation
puffs out in a plea, to be
reclaimed gracelessly by the fog.
I drift to be similarly taken.
through this choked miasma,
I can sense the
grey roar
at the edge of the world.















Comments
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hoofa
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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
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With love comes great responsibility...I am your's for whatever it is you'd like...You are mine to protect as your life is my life and my body your body
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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
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With love comes great responsibility...I am your's for whatever it is you'd like...You are mine to protect as your life is my life and my body your body
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What I, aloud, can never speak;
What every person on earth seeks;
What I often longed to say;
But what you always flung away-
LOVE
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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
I still can't figure out what the puking up fish means.
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hoofa
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