Wednesday, December 30, 2020

We Empathize With: “It Was Made This Way.”

 

welted flesh or broken lyres so gathered—irredeemable parts! a standing ghost in communication it was like heaving in his loins. to run to pages to smear bibles to eat as crumbs dropped. some inscrutable scripts or impatience in terror too lost—I must be located! 

he reacted as redacted with rage seeping lower. 

by art to have feelings if open with our systems. 

a man craved he was ambitious a woman noticed his deaths—to choke on fumes or granny in her rooms, while she slams ashes. a distant aunty a remarkable daughter—my mother so dependent while forced to take charge; a pain in guts a fever in memory while hypomanic for months. 

others wouldn’t love her they saw imperfection but a man might hump and run. so discharged in life or paid for favors to imagine a soul selling flesh for mammon. 

some drug so cursed where humility doesn’t register nor does disgusts come by interests. 

by origin to sin by graves to abate while one is thirsty—such pineapple trespasses such sequoias along our highways or rose thorns scraping our upper thighs. to refilm myths to race into conscienceness while ignoring anything which lessons survival; some cruel element some cruel demeaner, while reasoning softly!

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