Brilliant near winter days when sun’s
fingers and mountain’s breath chase
each other across your tingling body.
Days so brittle mountains could
shatter sky and shadows
pierce earth.Radiant days.
Fragile days.
Days when you can breathe.
Days when you feel alive.
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Roiling smells wreathing senses like
Incense heady
Overwhelming colours dancing
Twisting sounds pouring
Over consciousness
Under your fingernails the
Shining dirt of riotous Bangkok
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Examine petrified heart beating
Pluck feathered glass
Away, snagging strips torn.
Quickly.
As is if the wound won’t re-open.
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in your hands the glass melts away liquid
it stings the wounds as you pour it heals them
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Look at it.
Mass of torn bleeding flesh
Look at it.
Mangled punctured
Look at it.
Take out the shards
/
It hurts
/
Take them out.
Rip open gashes
Take them out.
Probe out splinters
Take them out.
/
I can’t
/
All of them.
Look at it.
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It h u r t s
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Give them up.
In open hands
Give them up
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How do i
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Give them up.
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And at the end of it all,
We are the same.
You hate those purple words.
And I, I wish to be more.
More generous-hearted
More forgiving
More loving
More
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There she is with her blood red stare
And her crystal clear kiss.
There she is with her calculating hands
And her grasping thoughts.
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And i wish her away.
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I am seven years old,
And the wind is caught
In the pink cotton candy
In my hands.
Later,
I will pick up
These stolen breaths
Like the Autumn leaves
Falling around my feet,
And I will remember.
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