poetry shorts

The sound of them
wisking it away
burning holes in carpet floors
scratching windows into dust
dirt scars the soul
like fire cleanses disease

pain sweltering inside
burning deep within
escaping in brief spirts
steam escaping from a coffee cup

Veneration
mixing flesh
sharing pain and pleasure
keeping no secrets
hoding nothing back

separating
no love
only hatred and regret
holding everything in shadows
chaining hearts for similar safety
rememberances in scents and brief glances
the joy there was

the trick is too keep breathing

the trick is to keep breathing
especially with a pillow over your face.
your eyes pressed deeply into your head
hands secured
knees dgging into your thigh
sweat seeping out of every pore

twist and turn all you like
the lack of oxygen will get you every time
i dont care who you are

poked by feathers
escaping from their cotton shell
your head begins to ache
your hands begin to stop trying
giving up
the only recourse

the trick is to keep breathing
but sometimes i just cant

The scars of holding back tears
fits of anger
fighting to replace me
keeping arms open
wind passing thru open holes
painful scars
biting thru me
like weapons unseen
facing even danger
on flat plains

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