my resolve is tidal in nature
wringing in my hands in terror
sprang forth from the supple breast of exhaustion
the terrible image of a flower molded with decaying impotence
clings to the putrifications of sleeplessness
how meaningful is a tongue held between my hands
a face shrouded in the shadows of ghosts remaining unseen in my delusions
the wretched stars are all I can feel in this existentialist’s rapture
rage resonates my black tears from across the abyss of nothingness that is
my soul
emptiness grows in me like a grotesque grumbling in my cavernous femininity
a savoir campaigns from within my disgustingly organic body
disruption like transcendence of sticky and redundant sputum
like a multi-phallic Freudian apparition
virility surround me in every distinction
I am morosely famished, craving revolting arms entwined around me
yet my mind miscarries my best intentions with humble vindictiveness
I’m left with nothing other than the infinitesimal insanities
zealous wheezing of my asthmatic self esteem
I can taste the sweet pink metallic raw skin of my fingers
as cruelty breeds the lust for redemption
I am weighted by the gaping infectious callousness of reality
aching for the destructive passage of the transcendentally paranoid
psychotic
that pursues my every breath, rendering me wholly unnecessary
shivering in the freezing morosely putrid skin and flesh and fingernails

 
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