Blood of Reasonless Fiends
A doorway to nowhere
soon becomes a bludgeoned canker sore
on the bleeding mouth of a demigod.
so drift away to another plain
and leave the pain in ice packs
and roses
and steel wires
all the same
plucked
to imperfection
and how very busy you must be
so have your precious space in space
and loneliness is welcomed back
just the way it's placed
pour salt into the wound
and savor the sour burn
an acid is a base
for chemically erased
wasted space
misplaced
with grace
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I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.
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