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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Devil Slaps back

And when she thinks of it


The tears roll down her cheeks

And into her mouth salty

A wet full smack would’ve definitely been better

Than this mask



Further down that long hard row…..



She was on a crash and burn

No remorse or reaction

Her mind was on a numbing course of action



Sitting and staring at the horizon

On unemotional oblivion she rode

into a freshly painted sunset

On the sweaty back of recourse

That fucking she devil

She claimed as her avatar



She rooked from afar

Wishing upon a shiny synthetic stars

She dropped her tears into a plastic jar

Saving them for a later spar

With herself and a crashing car

She felt she didn’t need them then

Looking back wide and far



Now as she plows the row she hoed

Such deep furrows allow the deepest roots of sorrow

To take ahold and become consequently bold

They’re dampened by the tears exceeding

Inside that unbreakable jar



She is told to let go

Let them fall where they may

Open it freely let your insides out



But her heart feels so icy cold to the touch

Some days she just can’t shout it out enough

She just sits and cries and such

Telling analytical blah blah blahs

All plushly sorrowed for her stored up tears

And fears her mind sits in perpetual description



Some don’t recognize their own heavy heart its clear

And she’s lucky she’s told

Unharnessing those woes in anticipation bold



All sewn together by razor wire

She can’t move entire parts of herself without fire

Via a marionette string manipulation theory attire



At times so she is fucking tired

She covets being a white feather in the breeze

Blowing free here and now

But her negative fringes help drown her dirty and

Wallowing around in her black stained tears

Moved her soulless under spiritual attack bathed in fear



She neglected her very own weary soul when

The she devil drowned her in

Proverbial dirty richness

Dripping and draining her energy

Drop by drop it all added to

A fade to nothing emotional exhaustion



It developed ignorant slack and

That’s when the blackest of black tears

Hustled her fears right outta here

Slippery crawling down fleshy dank cheeks



Reluctantly trading limp for peaceful

It yielded from her wearily by the hour



This present Powerlessness feels golden

As she stands here holdin’ her heart

For all to see vulnerability

Emboldened by intimate conceding day by day

The she devil in her is freed



Csherri032010

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