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Mute
Author: TRI_
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Mute
Heart beat bound with black cloth
Cheeks dusted red in the choking heat
Salt of sweat rioting on tongue
Bitterness blistered in my throat
Trying to tell you-
Needles shaped in sound
Truth drowned in fetid fluid
Fingers reaching towards
My mind nails dug deep
In thoughts - bloody confusion
Can you smell my fear?
See it taunting me
Slapping me around
Exhale, steam rising
From the pits of hell
Curling round my head
Fury of what lay hidden
Withering in white days
Wiping the pretty from my eyes-
Clarity in the abortion of marred
Beauty.
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Secrets
Author: TRI_
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Secrets
Black eyes, peer up at me
Telling secrets of my soul.
A thousand mouths
Spill over with sound
Drowning my attempts at resistance.
There is no full stop at the end-
Such an enjambment of truths
And fears as never before
Purged from my depths,
Spew over moments
Permeating every
Space-
Raw anger
Dripping pain
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She needs help
Author: TRI_
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She needs help
Shifting on the plains, cutting a cross my mind
The sequence of undulating reflection
Paying tribute to the dark empty
Distorting a vision already blurred
My poisoned blood pooling in my eyes
Confusion sinks her fangs deeper
Drawing the last whispers of clarity
From the voices inside
My mind
And then I reach for the other pink pills…
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Suicide
Author: TRI_
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Suicide
Poisoned blood-
Black blood
Trickling, dripping
Pooling in the dirt
Broken glass
Sparkling
Heavy eyes
Dark and dying
Fading colours
Nothing is as I saw it to be.
Burning flesh
Fire on the breath
Of the angles in hell
God laughing-
Calling me a fool
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Winter Solace
Author: TRI_
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Winter Solace
With want for a glimmer of winter's warmth
To thaw the solitude seasoning my existence
In shades as dilute as tears filtered through frosted eyes
Spending moments in succession of suffering
Hollowed breadth falling, as dense shells of cold
Funnel life out from my lungs with every thud
Of the blackened heart- bruised, battered frost bitten
Here in this expanse of transparency, where substance
Is but the loose skin of the dead, the decaying flaking
Falling - It's snowing skin in hell and though degrees
May soar- I have never felt so cold, so empty, so dead
In my isolation light quivers, crumbles- carrion for
The dark, which consumes
Me.
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