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yellow brick road


it's 4am

my bones popcrack
and a cd skip skip s k i p s
on mercy
the world is a boy toting a banjo with a smirk
and i have to gather him into my words
and throw his ashes in the water
and i have to color this paper all night
or i'll bleed
grass seed
glass greed
they're breaking all my collarbones
and it's awfully hard to
let them out
the space between
my ribs
my words weigh burgundy
until i am a brick layer
chest pain cold rain blood stain
insane
shower water on toes
whatwouldyourmothersayaboutyou?
.end scene.

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lizardoa21
<p>ahh, that is usually how my poems appear as well, as i said before great piece thank you for sharing nd be sure to post many more! i&#39;ll keep my eyes open for more of your work.</p>
annika
<p>Thank&nbsp; you so much! I&#39;m not entirely sure what the full inspiration on this was, it&#39;s just sort of what came out when I read the prompt &quot;Why I Write&quot;. :)</p>
lizardoa21
<p>Wow very interesting piece. The images flew by and struck hard each one of them to the point were im still reflecting on this piece. What inspired you to write this?</p>

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