dreams are necromancy
fall of a whisper
still carrying weight
foreign dust on my tongue
force thoughts of you,
I hate that.
loss, but not remembering
orange crush and bible juice
I can bathe in memories.
dead between the eyes
buckshot teeth
strangle me into holiday
crushing rocks in locust song
blasphemy in every note
unsung, unheard
ketamine jitters ravage
snake’s revenge on ice
I’m a savage lost in civility
cogito ergo you glitterboys
caught in tete-a-tete with no one
(or you or myself, it’s unclear)
heavy conversation but quickly bores
(into)me, a state of fugue
without glue everything splits
in two or too…..
minus you, all collapses
I sift through those dreams
this necromancy I despise
just to catch a glimpse
your specter
my revenant
soft oh’s premeditate
surprise at demise
I cannot shake that image
hard to find a path
when you do not know
which way to turn,
undead.
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So many perfect lines!
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Thank you dear EC🖤🙏
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Egad! ❤ ❤
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Thanks Kindra 🖤🙏, everything good with you?
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You’re so welcome, dear heart. ❤ I walking a pretty fine line at the moments, but I think it's what I need right now. I've been feeling a nagging, so I'm just trying to pay attention to whatever it is that's speaking to me. If that makes any sense?
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It completely make sense. I get that way at least twice a year. You’ll keep it together, I have no worries
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Superb
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Thanks Daisy 🖤🙏
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Gah! There’s too much to highlight.
Brilliant. And I want to cry into my coffee.
I agree with EC, perfect lines.
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Thank you V💚💚🙏
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