i can see them all
my friends
my family
my lovers
my enemies
but if i stare
long enough
they pop
like the chewing gum
on my tongue for days
or the bubble
i call my hideout.
crackle
like the deep bellow
from within my brain
or an angry laugh
an awaited whipping
an eager tame
for the lion i rise to be
above all those below me
buried in a tomb of money
to reach a place
of pain and misery
to the realm
of my mother lilith
and my father satan.
~ hell
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acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
