The words were illegible off their tongue
To where I saw the snow of the static
Drifting from the television alit across the alley
Falling over my eyes to where I couldn't understand
They wanted me to see their thoughts
Which they had ruminated under stress
As the tiss was counted and the cost was set
For people to dismay at as I remembered
The huge hunk of motorized wheels
Had slammed against my keratin walls
To twist and turn me like a maze
So that I might never bring another thought about
But my wails were sifted through
To find the sugar behind the bitter black ink
And so they could smell my memories
When they bathed me in light
The sheets feel like plaster strips
Holding me still as the words drift across my face
Up my body into the wall
Which vacuums up the noise so I can think
I wish I could still hear the blue and red
Because I miss my beautiful purple skin
And the fire is too dark
To encompass me the same way
When they see I do not get it
They distort their average face
To speak the next best way
And let their tongues lick my ears
I want to know what they see
Why their face is washed in sadness
Shampooed with worry
Dried with resignation
I hear the steady thump of time
It glides over my ears too
But I can see it, time, sitting on the clock
So I know what time I'll end at
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoesiaThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
