Catharsis

I have selfish bruises on my white index finger,

Quisling pack of cigarettes yet my favourite lover,

I have pain carved around my parched mouth,

Thorns and roses bloom in my inner thigh

I have seen death with open eye

An extension of chewed electrons of despair

assiduous diamond of shaved flower,

This moment is death, this moment is an Odious ball of catharsis.

©My Valiant Soul

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The Endgame

 

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I am shaking in the still water
among the perfect aroma of lemon, I smell decay of woods
like the tall statues, my veins perspire
I sink, I sink.

With scissors of betrayal
the humming of howls
loss of births
I am lost, I am lost

Teeths crackle,
with each twist in my cerebrum
words hurt like
electric wires,
I die, I die

©My Valiant Soul

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