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The Density of Truth & Color
It is all I can do
to hope
and to wish
that this is the instigator
the end of the end
it is only a dull ache
that sets apart my chest from my body
soothed only
by the clear ringing circles of laughter
I can regurgitate the shoulder-kisses and
that fabric-softner smell
but the black stuff that sticks
God, does it get me every time
can come in a whiff
or the gleam of an eye
the awkward-posture of an adolescent
the padding of small feet
And oh lord, can it hurt
shove something sharp down my throat
hurts like a bitch but I
I
I am here
There's no sharp stick and I'm still alive
I respire
just as I did five months ago
same feet
same hands
same eyes
same skin
I can cough myself up
chew on my fingerbones
spit out my teeth
and the taste
the flavor
it remains
and it always will
but the sun will still set
the rain will come & go
I will ache
I will gnaw on oblivion
but till then
I am free
to hope
and to wish
that this is the instigator
the end of the end
it is only a dull ache
that sets apart my chest from my body
soothed only
by the clear ringing circles of laughter
I can regurgitate the shoulder-kisses and
that fabric-softner smell
but the black stuff that sticks
God, does it get me every time
can come in a whiff
or the gleam of an eye
the awkward-posture of an adolescent
the padding of small feet
And oh lord, can it hurt
shove something sharp down my throat
hurts like a bitch but I
I
I am here
There's no sharp stick and I'm still alive
I respire
just as I did five months ago
same feet
same hands
same eyes
same skin
I can cough myself up
chew on my fingerbones
spit out my teeth
and the taste
the flavor
it remains
and it always will
but the sun will still set
the rain will come & go
I will ache
I will gnaw on oblivion
but till then
I am free
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