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Flamingo

The body electric; it moves about
On fire from a heart that has exploded. 

Suspicion of me; eyes on me. I didn’t do it! 
I merely sat idly by while they killed themselves
With drink. 

I have a drink, and perhaps I shall 
Have another, and the humanity of
The world will reflect in my glassy, 
Blood-shot eyes. 

I had a last hope but I gave it up, 
And I am in pieces on the floor like
A mismatched puzzle; you can’t put
Me back together because none of 
My pieces fit. 

Whore, you dirty, exhausted mess; you are
Me in the mirror. That’s me, right? In this
Skin suit? In this foreign body? 

The air is poisoned, and I can’t recognize 
Anyone anymore. God has sent us plague
And fear of touch. 

Diamond eyes, blue as the salt sea linger upon 
My swollen flesh. Whose eyes? Lo! They 
Are mine. They have always been mine! 

I haven’t cried for you in a decade, but here 
I am wearing your topaz ring, 
And I can barely feel it there. 

I am no prophet, yet I predict that I shall fail
At any sort of love other than yours. 

I’m brave now because I took a pill, crushed 
It between my fingertips and allowed the 
Powder to travel through the cavity of which
My very breath emits. 

My pupils are like the tips of a ballpoint pen, 
My brain is swimming in luscious grandeur,
And it overwhelms me in a fantastic way. 

Which one is the real me out of these 
Two personas? Dry or full of the nectar 
I’ve just consumed? 

Whichever it is I am tired of me. 
Scars, scars everywhere; so jagged 
And never subjected to the fading
That stitches would’ve provided them. 

I taped myself up like a doll that had
Been torn apart. I feared to remove the
Tape, lest I look upon the gaping wounds
And white muscle beneath. 

Do not fear me. Beware.

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Starve

Skin and bones
Skin and bones 
Should I be skin and bones?
I am. 
I am. 
And flesh
This flesh is a prison. 
Peel me, pluck out my
Black organs and satiate 
This emptiness,
This devastation that engulfs me. 
Thunder, rain, and now a flash of
Lightening illumines my mismatched
Figure that I hate. 
Hate. 
Tell me you mean well and
Perhaps I’ll rise from this 
Darkness or perhaps I’ll 
Descend further into the abyss 
Because I don’t believe you.

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Dragon Breath

All the men who took from me,
Who preyed upon my
Vulnerability,
Who stripped away my dignity,
I found them in their dreams and cut them
Down in the way they 
Cut me.
I rise up in a fury breathing an angry, 
Bright fire, 
Shrieking like a banshee as the flames escape 
My mouth. 
I am the monster now.
Because no one ever 
Bothers to learn the
Origins of villains, I won’t divulge the details of my own
History.
There isn’t time and 
My heart is hungry 
For revenge.

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Cold Girl

You are pretentious; I 
Am naive.

I don’t love you; I love
The idea of you that 
Arrests my throbbing brain.

Abuser, cheater, liar, snake.
You are rotten from the inside 
Out just like me. 

I buried myself six feet into the 
Dewy ground where worms crawl
Through the holes that once were 
Eyes, and I bang, bang against the 
Coffin because I forgot I’m
Still alive.

You albatross; you burden me 
With your incessant photographs
Of your precious, evolved life.

It could have been my life too.
I don’t love you...yet I do.

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Howler

This is the era of echoes—
Echoes inside my hollow soul.

This is the time of broken hearts
And lost minds. 

This could be a golden world—
Yet instead we are all grey. 

A sign of the times—a war within our
Struggling hearts that pump crimson
Blood which shall ooze and trickle from
Our weary eyes. 

You’ve left me alone in this necropolis—
And deep within my sepulcher my corpse
Strains to call out your name.

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Bully

I can’t swim in the murky waters 
Of the dead things inside my skull. 

If I reached for you, you’d 
Not take my outstretched and
Shaking hand.

You sleep with her,
I sleep with a cadaver who
Was once you. It lies dead and
Limp and cold beside me above 
The sheets that crawl with maggots.

You glow like the sky during
A yellowing sunset; I fade like
The deepest depths of the hell
Hole which consumes me and 
Never has the courtesy to spit 
Me out of its foul and cavernous 
Mouth.

You love, I hate; I hate this bag of
Bone and flesh of mine.

My eyes sink into the back of
My head where I glimpse all
The petrified memories like 
Photographs I want to set aflame. 

Flies are feasting upon the 
wretched stench of my soul; 
I am a ghoul drenched in past
Blood stains and jagged scars.

I am too good for you;
You are too good for me.

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Surface

I must find control.
I must survive;
Surface. 
I must defeat this demon,
I must see through the darkness 
And find the sunlight.
Surface. 
I must not die.
Not yet.
Could you be a little kinder? 
Take me in your arms and 
Tell me I’m just fine. 
Tell me this won’t last forever
And ever. 
Surface. 
Now raise your hands 
And dance in the bloody 
Rain.
Surface.

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Mj

Mary Jane finds her true calling when her mind is bursting 
At the seams. 
She tries to overcome it as she thrashes and she screams.

I roll her in a joint and smoke her heavily. 
She burns and becomes stale while she curses me.

She knows the love I have for her only comes from my addictive need. 
She knows we’ll cut her up when she grows tall from her seed. 

She’s trying to be someone else in her green cloud of smoke. 
She tries to become poisonous so I’ll spit her out and choke. 

I never let her rest and she’s tiring of me. 
She longs to float far away from all of us and to finally be 
Free. 

Mary Jane is in pieces in a pipe that we will light. 
She tries to pull herself together but she can’t put up a fight. 

She used to be a friend of mine but now she’s in ashes on the ground. 
I stand and face her sad distraction, and then I turn around.

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The Medusa

I breathe fire. 
I'll turn you to stone with my stare,
And I'll collect you like 
I've collected the others.
Line you up among the rest
Like a toy soldier just
To knock you down,
Repeat. 

My thoughts are loud, 
My brain is aflame. 
I can't speak without regurgitating, 
I can't breathe without first feeling 
The palpitations of my weak heart. 

I am a prisoner inside a skin I do not 
Recognize. 
Here are my eyes, blue and cloudy
And reddened with broken vessels. 
Here are my hands, knuckles bruised,
Cuticles cracked and dry. 
Here is my hair, balding, 
Pulled out. 

And there is someone in the mirror, 
Someone I used to know.

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Outlasting the Struggling Poet

Down by the river there are stones inside my pockets and there is water in my lungs. 

Just beside the water I can hear the church bells being rung, as I tumble, as I drag against the rocks and the garbage. 

The music echoes underneath the surface, and I am swallowed whole. 

I can recall the sanity my illness stole, while I’m drowning and no longer fighting to breathe. 

I am well acquainted with their voices, yet they surprise me every time I hear them speak. 

They still chatter even as my body sinks, lower and lower and fast I am carried away by the current. 

Outlast and forgive a struggling poet, for I am no more, no more, no more. 

My body washes upon the dirty shore, but it shall never be discovered.