A Wall of Separation

Understand this.

That I am afraid of the sunshine that sticks to my forehead often

ringing darkness as its ghost, or the beam of the heavy eyelid

The mannequins of transparent aches I have

Throttle the rim of my soft neck, and my skin sinks

in the reds and blues of waterfall reverse.

My fingers might chip and my dress might slip

Vertically in the horizons of your wide eye

Understand this.

The spots under the cleft of my chin are misty scars if you see

Defeated. Mended. Hands of the clock.

Times of quietness sticks to my mouth always, seeking a surreal cryptic language

Understand this.

I eat this paw of time, drinking the remains of memories

and then spawl, scorch, make a night- shift.

I conjure your breaths like papers of old Poetry onto the

cracks of my lips, my jawline to seize you in this verse

Understand this.

I am paranoid, choking on pills and pills and some more pills

I am an overrated drug of numbness and quietness,

biting the hollows of my palm.

Oh dear, Understand this.

©MVS

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