She is on Sabbatical

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-They speak because

Deep down they know

That they've wasted their lives

-In their eyes

This is the only way to

Survive

-By drowing their young

Under the floods of 'godly'

Effervescence

To wash away the HORRIBLE sins

And to have them emerge,

PRIM ants with

THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE

Deeply imedded in their nerve endings

-So wonderful, is this process

That every time a predetermined
firing of their young's neurons goes off...

EROS bursts through their veins of

PURIFIED honey... AND PASTEURIZED milk

HURRAH!!!

HURRAH!!

HURRAH!

For, the sinful child has changed it's ways

-And the streets are stacked with

Purified Corpses

Their intestines filled with rosary beads

REQUIEM!

REDEMPTION!

may you flourish in your house made of ribs and tailbones

May your throats be soothed by your concoctions of stolen thoughts and dreams

Of your YOUNG

-Your lips, perched on your fools gold goblet,

Your shoulders shrouded

In plastic fox fur

Your crown of synthetic crow down

MAY YOU FLY

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Are you proud of me NOW?

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Hellooo loves! Well uhm.... let's see. Well i have no fucking idea what i want to say but this is the first piece of written work that's ever had the chance to see the light of your eyes. Lol. And its super quick and short. I'm going to sincerely try to have regular, daily uploads. Also i'd adore it if you guys shared your individual perceptions of the pieces posted under this collective? That's one of my favorite things about poetry. You're able to experience and listen to so many points of views and its like a big community working together on a puzzle. Well i hope you fabulous creatures will enjoy this somewhat and i hope you all find some emotional connection through reading these bits and pieces!

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