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Survivor’s Instinct

Black oozes around my stomach

Like squid ink

Survival instinct

I’m praying these contents

Are mistaken for void

Cough. Heave. Expel.

I gather the folds around my gut

Sea anemone

Caught endlessly

I wish I was an octopus

Disguised as rubble

I float like a beached seal

My belly stark in the deep

Begging for sharks to feed

I wish they would feed

On my excess calories

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Filters

I reach for the unattainable and still hope that I will touch something tangible

Maybe if I dip my toes into the pool of majesty I won’t fall in

Maybe this time will be different

I’ll hold onto the brilliance and not lose myself

With the gap between head and mouth reconciled, my reserves of magnificence will pour out

And they won’t overwhelm

They will transform

How can I hold onto this glory forever?

Must I wait until my imperfect body wastes away?

Is there a place where I can be free without hurting anyone?

Are there filters in heaven?

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Vitrified

Glazed eyes

Blank stare

Porcelain skin

I am made from warm hands

Limbs crafted with gentle strokes

Moulded into something beautiful

But I have been through the fire

And now I sit forever weeping

Another body in a museum of sculptures

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Friend

The distance between us is special

In that space you could be anything

A famous musician

A tortured soul

An astronaut

In that space I could be anything

A tea drinker

A gumboot connoisseur

A unicorn

Let’s allow that mystery to embrace us

And we will never have to feel alone

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Light has no touch

I am alone

I turn on all the lights in my house

They seep no further than the space around me

I entice the light with my fingers

Come

Come

Please

Touch me

But the only sensation is the warmth pooling my eyes

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Snug

Ah that gentle breeze from your mouth to my cheeks

It closes the gap between shy mutterings and intellectual musings

Your eyes scan my features like an admiring artist

The gaze bridging space between flawed vision and observations of beauty

The last centimeter of loneliness extinguished by a gentle touch

My eyes crinkle

And we fold together forever

Until we are intertwined souls

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I wish I could cry on command. These spontaneous outbursts are disrupting my schedule.

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The eternal sunshine of a rotting mind

One would think the darkness of a cold day would make life dreary

But it is the warmth that fills these skies with overly peaceful, muted tones.

It is the warmth that fills me with this dulling sense of false security.��

There is no stark, refreshing rain to snap me from this drudgery

And so I sit at this façade of a picnic that ekes out for eternity.

The world passes by without a second glance

As I, like a glutton, indulge in an endless array of assorted decadences

That in reality are only plastic moulds made to portray the delusion of perfection.

They sit in my gut providing nothing but unfulfilling dissatisfaction.

I know I should just get up and leave this godforsaken place

But for all it’s trickery

Empty

Lies

It’s my home.

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Hollow

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Your space takes up the whole room

And here I sit in an intangible mess

Naked to the human eye

Yet somehow

You have the ability to blindly reach into the havoc

And twist

And squeeze

And suck

The anamorphic tendrils into further oblivion

As you grow

I become weightless

There is no beginning and no end

For the nonexistent

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You live in a world of inbetweens

Deep lines burn into the centre of your feet as you balance over dark chasms

You’re pizzacato steps echo down the cobweb strands

And you know the inevitable is imminent.

You stop.

You listen.

Tiptoe tiptoe, goes the spider.

Little vibrations like soft rain drops reach the tips of your toes.

You breathe a sigh and fall back into the sticky embrace

You lie.

You wait.

Tiptoe tiptoe, goes the spider.

You feel a prick.

You feel the stillness,

And then nothing

As your view is slowly erased with a masterful hand.

You, my dear, are no longer a creature of the inbetweens.

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I wish I lived in your mind...

Blazing armour

Minuscule grains in wood

And the metamorphosis of subtle change.

I catch only glimpses of your world

Words blurring stark clarity like fog over dazzling light

Oh you, so caught up in the barriers of language that you believe bind you to the darkness of solitude

You are the language

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Though my feet fall under gravity’s weight

Psalm 37

Your hands are stronger still

You lift them as though physics were no object

And so I step together with my failures and your triumphs.

I seek your strength and you do not abandon

You pull me close, my trust your rope

And though my faith is weak, your hands are gentle

And this bond shall never be broken.

My Lord my God, I delight in you.

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The cells on my lips are the only trace of you

I would throw these cells into a laboratory to find out who you are

But I would need to compare it to mine

And I’m not sure where you end and I begin

Or if I even begin

My identity would be as convoluted as the laboratory solution.

And as these cells dissipate from my lips,

So will you and I

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I feel like Rapunzel from this height, Vines cascading down the walls like tangled hair. And though I be locked in this tree house of mine I really don’t mind. For isn’t that view just breathtaking And if not for that feeling of breathlessness I would not know what it means to live.

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Convoy

Tanks multiply like virus cells

Raging down neural pathways

Kamikaze warriors on a mission

NEVER let them rest

Onward onward faceless soldiers

And march and march and never and march and march and warriors and march and rest and never and onward and never

STOP

march and onward and never and rest and march and march and onward and rest

PLEASE

and march and march and march and march and march and march and march and march and