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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hell breaks loose through the trusting door Whining its splintering, wooden hinges Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth To shove its shine like a worthy prick It was time for her daily purges Peace is slapped about in her fickle hands and made ragged Turmoil in her pedicured toes erodes the smoothed surfaces Of the fashions’ must, into dusty rust of sick disgust Her coral lips curve in delight At the sight of confused and crazy creatures Staring numbly at her hell-bent sight She is always laughing, snarling or lying low Waiting for the climatic blow Bottom dwelling, blush smearer Eyeliner runner, nail-biting binger Her lies tease and her eyes see a perfect she will never be As her large, curved nails glimmer She scuttles her way like a crab in a salty delirium She hides her hiss like a snake ready to miss for a chase Challenging practicality, “Dear Prudence, Won’t you come out to play?” But we are silent to the accursed The wise are wary and rehearsed We all slip right through as she intrudes an empty room Waiting for a reaction, screwing with the lights to assert a distraction She wreaks havoc in the dark, “Dear Prudence!” She screams, As we softly walk down the path, nomads against the crabs She doesn’t realize she is her worst fear—alone Her mask melting and her anklets snapping Collapsing, the tears she squeezed for her high Were emptied, vindicated and dried Angrily she must realize In her twisted, stubborn way It’s a beautiful day… A crazy collab with my brother David Breidenthal [J.W Earnings]
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