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The Swing

My face in histrionics  
Then bourboned to  
Applesauce  
A soft veiling  
Of screwed  
And an insufficient reach
To grip the railing  
A catastrophic climb  
To my depths  
And I pour.....  
 
Another night  
Laced by stars
And swat team tactics  
He had gaslighted my dimensions  
I was scattered  
And covered the ground
Little shiny pebbles  
Poking bare feet ...  
 
That night I tossed and turned  
Under the covers of my smile  
My eyes sunk  
Closed and creases
Nostalgia played the drive in  
And a small girl sat on the bench
At the park across the way
Watching the others swing...  
 
It has been four years since then,  
And I ...  
 
Feel very strongly about that day  
That had fed itself into the night  
In such a primitive  
Primal manner ...  
that I had sworn I might lose my fist in its bite
 
I should still avert my gaze  
From morbid reflection  
And not dwell
(Stand)  
The pebbles so sharp beneath my toes
Written by Calamityofgin
Published | Edited 21st Nov 2020
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