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A ancrene wisse

saintedmad 09 Jan 2018 Tag: personal 0 comments, leave your own..

to finalise it,
my fingers shake with emptiness.

i knew i was something

where humans kiss
and do not....
never again shall i properly resemble some sort of everything;
   the rapid inconsequence of no words
wears my skin; i imagine you can see my skull by now
and i move with
with ..
with stories of flowers found headless.

what does it say?
it doesn't care.
it imagines other bodies 
and never speaks like it did.

in my mind, i try smashing my girlfists.
everything about hearts screams bloody murder
and i look ridiculous in red.

but go on, remind me how MY flesh is nothing.

i would say, for the last time, 
the sound i make is every way i could die
except that i just keep breathing,
is every way i could kill
except that i just keep loving;
as if i am trying to pray but i fuck instead.

and all this time, 
all this last life,
i thought maybe i was anything.

Words: 168 / Updated: 09 Jan 2018 / © Copyright

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