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A little black fly, with bulbous black eyes, landed on a brick wall. it looked around, through a multitude of screens, then he settled down and thought . he wondered at the size of the world, and at this smoke which burns his eyes. he tried to comprehend the nature of, these enormous speeding insects, that nurish him not. he tried to understand the purpose of, these looming cold mazes, that feel the joy and pain of nature not. he watched large soft fleshy creatures, in their millions walk about. he pondered the morals of their right, to give or to take his life., and he wondered why only they are different and set apart fro

Across my thigh today, I scrawled a word. In pink marker, A four-letter word. Early today was found, An unidentified victim, A brunette teenage female, A suspected case of suicide. No cause of death apparent, No exit wounds or bullet holes, No slash\'n\'dash or hit and run, Requires further examination. They pulled away her clothes, And off white undergarments. They opened up her stomach, And examined what lay within. They weighed and measured . They drew blood and tested. Trying to unravel the mysteries of, Their brown haired green-eyed Jane Doe. \"Victim Jane Doe 226, Recent scars visible on, Arms breasts and abdomen.

I heard the storm, Which was unremarkable, Standing in the heart - Belly of the night; depths of The beast - I get it. A boy, a lightning rod made of wood And his ardent hopeful wish that children Will begin pouring from houses screaming, Though it\'s 4:12 am and no one is alive save the wind And boy, staff clenched tightly in one hand. The rain picks up, driven; a hateful rush In which he wondered if sheer genius, Dashes of tenacity and the lesser fear of death Would keep him through the night. He always had answers before questions.

It hurts, I can barely breathe Taunted with the clear inviting surface I am shackled to the rock laden bottom Consumed by pain, nothing left to believe Dead weight refuses to keep me afloat As leeches cling fast to my corrupted body Feasting on an indescribable deadly fear I should find a way to stop them, but I won\'t The sharp, salty water claims my tears Greedily taking them on as their own Denying me the last bit of a sick comfort It seems they were always  with me, always here Dead weight dominates, I am no longer sober As I close my drunken eyes, just wishing it was over

When I was a child I thought I knew everything And that I didn\'t need a coat. But now as each day\'s sun burns the fog from my fanstasy And my leg catches in the folds of my long school skirt I see how utterly stupid I really am How naive, how fickle, how innocent and faithless And I really do need a winter coat.

nearly thirty days without honest contact --funny how lonliness counts for itself even after the wanting has gone-- agreements seen in movies force a smile and tops off my rebuilt self rather nicely the adrenaline refuses to allow resting up needed for the next morning, for which he arrived right on time. wondering why you ever doubted his punctuality as the doorbell reminds you why you\'re up and showered so soon, the sole reason that directs a hand cautiously on the small of your back subtle gesture to hurry up and begin all that was planned yet awkward and almost painful as that palm shifts the glaze still waiting to be fired sho

He doesn't feel strong Anymore,   an Ache in his face   and giddy laughing Muddle the soliloquy. Back bent, watching that spiral -   talent infallible   which failed to reach past confusion Seize a signal and grope the bottle Of success. On hollow excess he would relate the tale,  two mice in a clock,     and winking Slyly skip the metaphor completely. He spends days in the cafe, sipping   water. The cutest girls escape notice,       eyes      too wide, White and guilty For a past slinger of hopeful hate   and wicked truth. Day ticks by, His bones feel weaker at night.