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From tea to tear me in half for what i really am
I drank from your blue box fine China chipped tea cup
you drown me in trial and error typos
dandelion yellow yanking on my chain
brushed crown baby's breath
on your rosy red cheeks right hand cursive i never saw
the goddamned fool i am through the train tunnel blackout
these unsent letters haunt me
pulled this demons draft card
from the very brittle bones
buried under heated brush fires
we keep our secrets exposed out in the open
delicious discontent melting as the marksmen's crosshair
sweet sugar swelling
as bloated bodies
pulled from the river
you whistle like the corners office technician
closing up the freezer door at night
you drown me in trial and error typos
dandelion yellow yanking on my chain
brushed crown baby's breath
on your rosy red cheeks right hand cursive i never saw
the goddamned fool i am through the train tunnel blackout
these unsent letters haunt me
pulled this demons draft card
from the very brittle bones
buried under heated brush fires
we keep our secrets exposed out in the open
delicious discontent melting as the marksmen's crosshair
sweet sugar swelling
as bloated bodies
pulled from the river
you whistle like the corners office technician
closing up the freezer door at night
Published 5th Mar 2018
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5th Mar 2018 4:12pm
5th Mar 2018 4:25pm
An unwilling spectator who became the participant in a fictional war waged only in my head.
5th Mar 2018 6:02pm
5th Mar 2018 8:13pm
Anonymous
6th Mar 2018 4:02am
I find it ironically kinetic reading this just before my latest post and finding similarities such as the use " baby's breath" in each of our works..relative conundrums aye...fine piece I.know the battle well.
