Thursday, November 20, 2014

Reduction In Reverse

To pulp
She says goodbye

Like my teeth are slowly falling down

But it's she who needed access help

Like closed doors wrongfully opening

I am dirt
I am beat by a shovel
I am over a dead man now
I am cursed
I am filth
I am living underground

To pieces
I will never see her again

Like jigsaws that don't fit right in

To invisibility
But she too will never see me again

Like words that will scar me like a blade

I am used
I am dumb
I am alive now
I will be blessed
I am sacred
I will live above you

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