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Poetry, When You Pray

Wild Donkeys Go Blind from Starvation

Pigs and pearls

And little girl dreams

And the nothing

More than what I’m not.

And you,

A

Sharp-mouthed

Word

Birthed by an

Empty

Belly.

 

Your flint tongue

Set the

Grass on fire,

But can you

Eat the

Ashes?

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Poetry, When You Pray

The Disaster is Coming

My mouth

Is spoken

But hollow

And torn

Demonic

With evil

Things

And thoughts

And peeled

Inside, the

Tongue and

Tissue,

Flaked away

Like skin dying

In the sun.

 

Sin is sometimes

The only thing

I eat, less

Calories, slim waist,

And I take

That quick image

With my eyes

Like it’s the only

Picture worth

Seeing.

 

Grant me

Freedom,

Dead serpents,

Clean air,

A fiery heart.

Because no

Good deed goes

Unpunished.

Let me know

The punishment,

Like I know

The hard parts

Of the dark.

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Poetry, When You Pray

Once You Were Like an Olive Tree Covered in Fruit

There you were,

Deeply rooted

In whatever

Lie shrunk your heart,

Branches clawing

At a sky who

Wouldn’t save

You.

And do you know how

Many times

I look in the mirror,

Feel the skin,

Dig deep

Nail by nail,

To find where

My own roots

Have knotted

And lost the

Urge to

Drink?

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