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Scraps #3

  • MCD
  • Oct 7, 2016
  • 1 min read

There was something hideous in my desire

A monstrous need that would stalk me endlessly

Someday I hope to just sit and watch the flowers grow, together

I threw a spear into the sun

And danced in waves of amber honey

Sometimes I feel like all of this can still be taken away from me

I’ll awake and the dream disappears

Some nights I lie there and think about destruction

You used youth against me,

A careless weapon in wrinkled hands

As if you hadn’t stood where I stood

The drum sounded again and again

Boom boom boom

As I threw myself against you

And my wave became droplets

I ask for quiet, please,

As I play myself out

 
 
 

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