When Loving the Unfaithful
The trampled wet clay smudgingwhat used to be a street that ourfeet knows lay there waiting,under the heat of the sun,words dying in its throat,aching to utter words that serveas an anchor.Not mine though.You’ve been warned,I was born with spider eyes,omniscient, omnidirectionalwith arachnid appetite,with proclivity to indulge inwhatever is caught in my web.The steps I take tap danceto the rhythm…
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Land Reclaim
A forgotten billboard in the farside roads
down the desolate fields
in this old countryside.
I'm so naked,
and I feel the winds blowing cold
at the rust of my feet.
The vines climbing to gobble me up,
to bring me back down to the ground
I was made from.
They sleep through the ride,
the driver's eyes glued to the fading pavement
in this desolate far countryside.
A glance is the most I'd get,
and I feel the winds blowing cold
at the rust of my bones.
The fields growing cleanly around me,
there's nothing new up or down here.
I'm so naked.
Some fading ink tattoos on the old billboard,
I have nothing to show for,
why am I even here?
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