this is the beginning
this is the end.
Swamped and deranged
by continual animosity,
I’m out of reason—
wits are dried and frozen
like refrigerated prunes,
perforated pores
sweat self-doubt;
I’ve been the down-and-out
discarded spirit
the prettiest babe
the risen phoenix.
how I’d give to have a clean slate
most days
and my eyes still rekindle the glow
of lapsed love.
It’s the slow burn of the muscles
that cushion the ache of the bone
with a mouth
grasping—roping the air
and eyes that keep
slipping
beneath the horizon line:
delicately forlorn and
hungry
hungry
hungry.
this is the end
this is the beginning
this is the beginning
this is the end
this is the end
this is the beginning
this is the beginning
this is the end.
this is the beginning..
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