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Essie Wixs Poem
bowed before you once again
i’m worshipping you
when i said i wouldn’t
bent in half
i’m surrendering both my dinner
and my fears
knelt down before you
my legs tremble
my hands and chin drip
hunched over you
i am obedient
under your tyrannical rules
there will be no revolution today
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Essie Wixs Poem
Mind like an acrobat
She sways precariously back
and forth with the constant influx of travelers
Who never seem to stay more than a night
Part with their cynical phrases
And compare her to a trapeze
She is the calico feline that hides
In the woodpile for fear of being known
The nights have long since turned frigid
The aroma of death
Is what gives her away
Too late now to be saved
Imperfections in the sky
Draw weary eyes to gaze upon them
Amplified in the freckles on her face
Pinpricks on the vast unknown
Flaming balls of unknown chaos
Look like stars to the naked eye
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the words sting on the way down
burn my throat
like tequila without a chaser
and slosh in the belly of my soul
"I don't want you anymore"
awaken the dull ache
salt the wound that never heals
but like rain on a cloudy day
it's a familiar feeling
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if this was a suicide note
i would say i’m sorry.
i’d fill the holes of my broken life
with flowery words on paper.
if this was a suicide note,
i would ask for forgiveness.
i’d beg that you wouldn’t think too hard
or be burdened by my passing.
if this was a suicide note,
i would spill all my secrets out-
like milk on a table.
i’d tell the truth
and i’d bare my soul that has long since gone.
if this was a suicide note,
i’d let you in.
like the children who long to return home once the sun has set,
i’d let you in.
but this is not.
so the holes stay empty,
the milk in its glass.
the children play on the streets in the sun.
and i am still here.
Copyright © Essie Wixs | Year Posted 2020
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