Glare
Burning searing burst of lightning
(flinch
knock on wood
if I could)
erupting, oozing
frigid
to the touch
can say so much
the melting under
my skin
cannot begin
until they know what form to take
the shape to make
single file thoughts
Awareness
staring bluntly ahead
is it disrespect?
or am I fed up with
rigid cracked plastic set
in my rigid cracking
self destructing ways
melting changing
under my skin
for you who are
melting under my glare















Comments
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I'm a pink, pretty piggie dancing on the purple moon, while eating Saturn's onion rings, and the flying chocolate-chip cookies that float around up there! By the way, aliens on Mars are not green.
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Anyone can be a poet, all it takes is a pencil, some paper, and an emotional breakdown in a hot van.
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I'm a pink, pretty piggie dancing on the purple moon, while eating Saturn's onion rings, and the flying chocolate-chip cookies that float around up there! By the way, aliens on Mars are not green.
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