the illness of obedience and obsession
must've been the bleached bare bones look upon my face,
the blundering folly of the night,
for no more could i look away
as he circled me now
like a winding predator.
"come here," he said, "to me"
i could only drag my feet
as through invisible leash
he led me through thick wafts
of stale sweat and acrid perfume
out into the night upon a balcony in shadow.
in the sky above us
streaking clouds ate
and swallowed
the pitiful crescent moon.














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that is all i am capable of saying.
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I Want Your Horror
I Want Your Design
I Want Your Love and
I Want Your Revenge.
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"Be kind to all you meet because everyone is fighting some kind of battle."
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
#TheWritersMeow
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