Where have you been
as the leaves have mulched
into the compost that is your life.
Undisturbed tremors
quiet my quickened soul.
Words won’t let me
advocate my heart’s position.
Our judas embrace domiciles
in the abscess of time
where they buried my love,
face down
seven feet deep.
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An attempt to goad and harness uncontrollable emotions into written form. As raw and as honest as "social sanity" permits with language being the only barrier. Chaos was the scene of my life, and my spirit was definitely ripe for emotional insurrection.
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