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Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Swallowed

Teardrops echo lakes of empty
Swallowed by the contented toad
Louder than the dreams I speak
Louder than my voice that screams
No more

Slashing down through my skin—
Rape me keep trying
Rip me out through my soul
Pray me to die
Repression cocked as your weapon
Your Laramie--
I cross that line

Beaten wasted in this system
Clawing, scratch begging more
Neutered dreams what I can’t say
This silence made of screams we all abhor

Quash me keep trying
Burning bush scorching our soul
Eyes open wide—scrubbing piss stains off of my cheeks
Cat’s Cradle me with dead lines
You measure me
You close my eyes
Blindness set to perfection
I close my eyes
I gouge my eyes

posted by KR Randen | 7:20 PM

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