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Noose


Alone

in dusting corners of redemption

where infliction

tests the subtle awareness

that emotionlessness dulled-

a universal purpose.

Crimson specks

hug electrical pathways

as fumbling fingers

find hills of knot

A nail in Heaven

hold sinful breath

with sincerest apologies

filtering through

brightening screens

then deadened by

peaceful dreams

by the noose guest sleeping

in sinning abundance

from Heavenly grasp

to a Hellish pull.

 
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IconoclastSalem

Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?

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