Poetry
Choking on my words
they turn to ashes on my tongue
arsenic in my veins
acid in my tears
and water in my lungs
wrists bruised black
and lips stained red
necrotizing
paralyzing
thoughts inside me head.
Let the ether have me
return me to our Mother
I am earth and I am fire
I am wind and I am water
take me a p a r t, remake me as another –
a creature, star, or tree
anything you please…
I just don’t want this poison
put back
inside
of me.
don’t ever erase the words. put them aside, maybe.. but don’t erase them I am so going to download that song, I loved it! there was another one I liked too.. the one with the girl and guy who were like..uh, zombie walking here and there.. the music had no words.. my memory sucks.. but if you know what im talking about, what’s that song called/who’s it by? take care
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“and I could not allow my writing to reveal myself so bluntly.” writing does a good job of that, doesn’t it? sometimes it is for the best.. but not always. i, too, have become careful with my words and writing.
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