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forged in the flames of heartache,
I stand resolute and unbendable--
a plastic mold bubbled with bruised indents,
a plaster casting painted with hard planes,
alabaster and porcelain studded with secrets...
desperation floats--
a barbed balloon caught up in the angles
of the back of my throat--
reminding me with every passing day
how far from human I've fallen.
at night, I dream of touches--
scorching and aflame,
tender and kind,
from strangers and loved ones alike.
I always awaken hurting,
a fluff and stuff creature
stuck somewhere between the real I used to feel
and the imagined I'm becoming.
if I have learned anything
from the forgotten hands of yesterday clocks,
I know I will fling myself from this misery
kicking and screaming
...but I'm worried
what will remain of me
when I do.
I stand resolute and unbendable--
a plastic mold bubbled with bruised indents,
a plaster casting painted with hard planes,
alabaster and porcelain studded with secrets...
desperation floats--
a barbed balloon caught up in the angles
of the back of my throat--
reminding me with every passing day
how far from human I've fallen.
at night, I dream of touches--
scorching and aflame,
tender and kind,
from strangers and loved ones alike.
I always awaken hurting,
a fluff and stuff creature
stuck somewhere between the real I used to feel
and the imagined I'm becoming.
if I have learned anything
from the forgotten hands of yesterday clocks,
I know I will fling myself from this misery
kicking and screaming
...but I'm worried
what will remain of me
when I do.
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September 2017
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It is nice to see you around... As always your poetry is beautiful.