matter over mind.
Obscuring truths sevenfold,
blind led by the blind.
Abusive fingers curl around,
the handle of a gun.
Liquid bullets to my lips;
death by consumption.
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| Barbara Kruger, "Untitled (your body is a battleground)" |
Faithful subject, loyal friend;
true through darkest times.
Rights of passage, means to ends,
scenic view of crimes.
Restrictive habits starve my soul,
unconditionally unkind.
Sustenance---myself, I stole.
No fruit, only the rind.
I pledge my love, I make a vow:
nothing that I think,
Will from hereon ever weigh you down,
Or cause your heart to sink.
9.21.2013
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