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A sweet scented flame

Burnt the edges of her name.

A taste so sour, tinged the edges of her tongue,

As it wrapped around her teeth-

And clenched.

Iron- it crept

In red,

As she opened her mouth

And bared squares more red than one,

Wrapped between sheets and sheets of utter

Deceit

Of sheer lies ,

Lies my truth.

I mumble.

I mumble words of no accord;

I have lost my rhythm.

My thoughts break into a breath

Of incoherent words as they crash ,

Against my teeth,

As I grasp for oxygen

And learn

That the voices I utter

Are not my own.

But breathless

Ahhhs

Signs of no comprehensible sensibility

And lies ,

And lies

Low

Against the tide of my anger

As it is swallowed

By a sea of glances and grimaces

Taken down

And down below.

There is no light,

There where they were

There are no shadows

No silhouettes

But sound after sound

Of voices

Drowned

Stuck

Gross

Slimy.

Before my eyes learn

Silence

And my ears get acquainted with darkness

I am purged-

Upward

I am surged with utterances

Vertical

Upward.

I crash on rocks – from which the very essence of truth sprang

I lay on shore

A shore

Naked

Sure

As my words spill before me;

A sea of sheets now smudged with the ink of my being.

I, sure

I am

And I will will to live

I will live to fill pages with stories from down below-

That I have visited

For a moment, frozen in a time machine,

Defying the gravity of the moon and a non-existent orbit of flickering suns and constellations.

In my story,

In this story,

I triumph.

I become

I become the eye watching you

The eye that grants you

Sight

And insight

The eye that I am

The I that I am becoming.

I become the becoming,

The idea behind the next you-

Descending;

The next we-

Perishing.

I become I.

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