There was this poem, last night, as I was drifting off
And lazy as I am, I couldn’t quite reach it with my mind,
(Hands not supporting the idea of lights on and typing).
It slipped away like a failed sneeze or empty orgasm
(When the fingers move just wrong),
Leaving me to dream…

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sarahboisvert

You rip and twist
Like metal through wind blasts
Metal twisting and blasting
And not lasting.

Unclipped in gardens
Are growing brambles
Brambles thorning and growing
With vines flowing.

You slip and cracking
Glass in soapy hands
Handling glass to splintering
Sounds of breaking.

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Become a…

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