Spit and lift
paint runes of negligence upon my brow
careful not to touch me
it would bely the resolution
of justice
A fallacy, a pretense
a cry for help
holding dreams in a sandbox
callous winds peeling skin
a rictus greets you
stand in line and bide your time
losing place
choosing face
kill and atone
kaleidoscope convalescent
watching form shift to motion
picturing Picasso
picturesque distortion of pictures
draw the short straw
a lottery for the short-changed
walking into damnation
whistling the tune almost remembered
like a drop of water on parched throat
or opioid peace for shattered mind
silver patients await creation
blind with eyes open
seeing with eyes closed
Jesus saves souls
and redeems them for valuable prizes
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Ooh
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Thanks Sarah 🙏
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The last two lines gave me the chills. In a good way.
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Thank you my friend
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I love this piece. Great stuff.
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Thanks so much my friend 🙏
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