This reality: not the bright-eyed shoot-em-up gallery they promised, not nearly as nice as the dusty menagerie foreseen. Orange, plastic caps land in the doorway of cardboard market stalls.
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anuthanote
My name lingers around crevices of your teeth. The gaps, where soap slides and slips uselessly, remember charcoal rubbings impressed on dark corners of my face. Acid builds when you’d rather sleep. Some call that heartburn for how little you mean to them - heartache - I had hoped.
Another Compromise
Awakening on its journey, a smell of slight decay. Leaves sloughing from the canopy. A zombie losing the safe promise of summer fruits. Scurry and hurry to the beat of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, yearly routine. Close to where we started, but no less sweet to see, the two by two's; the families; their long sleeves
Filthy
Leave your scrap. I am the excrement of the world. I crawl to the edge of the trash pile, salt it with earth and devour. Leave your disgust. I am the crazy you loathe and the strange you fear. I sing platitudes like a skipped record, scratching the cliff holds for dear life. Lay me in the dirt. I suffocate there thousands of years watching the strata pass. Cast me your stones and throw me in the pit. Belabor your glorious effort at my humble expense. If all else fails, burn the witch.
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