Month: June 2015


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I failed to see beauty, utmost
Turned into an image, beaten down
Fleeing from my growing back
A monstrous hump was formed
I turned into a statistic, a run down Motel where
You lift the bed and bring your own sheets
I turned into a statistic,
Cloaked in deranged pity
And my soul awoke one day, found my
Body bleeding under a pillow case
My soul wasted no time on me
My soul didn’t pair well with my
Memories that turned me into
The most heinous, biggest ball of
Guilt there ever was
Defaced by an untamed scratch
Defaced by a tongue needing to cool
And all around me were strings
Getting pulled

Clburdett, 2015