The still calmness of eventide strung around your throat in creamy spheres
strung into lullabys of insane words
nosed into nostrils
smelling of forbidden french bread
chaos was always your karma
A tanning light bulb purtruded through the delicate blue wallpaper of the morning
when night flourishes into day
conversations were only shared with god
masquerade ends,a whore's hangover begins,
and the grass suddenly becomes a kinder shade of green
Embryos are clensed of the sins they hadn't yet begun
stuck in the crossfire of natural occurrences
the clouds cried and cried
you denied him in the midst of rebirth,
and he still calls you his child
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