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Alison
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broken arms, bandaged and pulled back like an X
pulled down to the dirt to hold fast my lips to hers,
and inside our lifetimes of silent pain
and lashing, foul thoughts become formal sympathy,
we lie in the night.
her hair smells like Saturn.
she turns vulgar light to perfect shadows twisting on her skin.
she turns her face to me, silent in the dark,
and I know that I will never see
a more tragic work of art.
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I saw her body walking in the shadows of
Violent lips and sluggish tongues.
I watched a helpless body crawling for mercy
I watched lonely eyes filling with tears and dirt.
Purple. Blue. Red.
The shading of your mind
Leaves sick words unsaid
And we face down in the dirt
The shallow, holy dirt
And smell the lurid stench
Of holy hurt.
Now is my time in the dirt.
I drag her down in the dirt.
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confusion like tar that drips from her mouth.
bite a diamond, you, and crack your teeth.
she lives in a circle and plays painful games,
holding the hand of a rapist called desire.
fabricated safety in the arms of another one.
driving a spike into my wrist
a wound in the shape of a tongue.
somewhere close a pig is killed.
this game is violent
it leaves spots in my mind
when i touch her skin
i know she wants to die.
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Lead Lung Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
the void space holds the answer, and the gravity in our eyes speaks lies of purity.
.Steven.
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