Birds drum a sweet remembrance
Scratching my veneer
Penetrating my illusion
Willing me to see
The rose hue in the sky
Not mine
Words slip fingers into my neediness
Opening my ugliness
Masturbating my ego
Pushing me to feel
The beast of man’s breath
Not mine
Fairytales fascinate my darkness
Dissecting my flesh
Cremating my dreams
Daring me to realise
The reality of restlessness
Not mine
I spew my guts into consciousness
Unwrapping riddles
Disrobing beauty
Willing you to see
The fullness of my empty eyes
Still
Not
Mine
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Author:
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