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A ancrene wisse

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


to finalise it,
my fingers shake.

i knew i was something

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

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


in my mind, i smash 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: 158 / Updated: 29 Jan 2018 / © Copyright

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