Shattering glass on my butterflying skin,
Cold is freedom is cold is freedom is cold.
Chit chit chittering,
A summer's dream is a summer's end.
A seed golden and frivolous and defying own wickedness, manipulated and broken by waves of nauseating envy and rage.
Capturing songs upon trees and at wit's end.
Pulsating unconscious desires.
Suppose what is needed is not beautiful hard to swallowness.
Concepts to die unforgiven.
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An Experiment In Verbal Cubism
PoetryA WIP collection of poems. I'm trying my hand at alternative forms of poetry rn.
