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Her Body

Grilled and carbonized matter

Choked with debris

Mon Cher

Their bones will be scattered and their bodies will rot.

Tragic little soldiers

unmasking battery

and causing dreadful destruction 

She passed heaps of comrades,

Friends and foes joined in one mass.

One might think the sky was on fire, 

And she who has not seen it with her own eyes

Cannot imagine the disorde...

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Stained Petals

To be seven years old and unafraid

I was crying to stop it all.

The sensation

The falling

The cold, round, blue-black space 

And the turning world. 

I was born to eat flowers

I said to myself,

Some flowers bloom and die in your mouth.

I did not like it

I don't want to talk

To become a bad thing

A paroxysm of rage

Murder wet against my lips. 

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Changing Season

my heart he held

red and round

swollen and infested

juicy with loveless generalities 

wormed with fear and disease

pulsating to prove

here here, I beat 

and as it were, to beat is to exist

yet the seedless ground and thoughtless mind

all the branches accounting for shame

cause us both to petition something must change

if something is to grow

the hard casing that...

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