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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 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. 
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.






















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