Time has taken liberties with you,
held its hand to your throat.
Such gleaming eyes,
passion or poison,
impossible to see inside a rolling
crystal ball.
Falling through the flaming clouds,
sweet taste of dust and deliverance.
Eyeshocked,
you push back,
invaded by the burst of reality,
such delicious horror
spinning in every dimension,
seeing the colors you thought were rubbed out,
rolling through the stars streaked into spun sugar.
But this brilliant pollution does not have the prior claim.
Time will take you back from the abyss,
set shackles on you,
brand you with kiss upon kiss,
as if you never fled.















Comments
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Hey --- that's MY box of crayons!!
*Writers-Club
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Hey --- that's MY box of crayons!!
*Writers-Club
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Medusa was beautiful
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Medusa was beautiful
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Here take this knife.
Cut out your heart.
Now place your heart into my hand.
*Stabs the heart a million times*
There now. Better?
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Here take this knife.
Cut out your heart.
Now place your heart into my hand.
*Stabs the heart a million times*
There now. Better?
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