Facing the Mask (3): Glasses

Can't you see it's fake?

Nothing I post makes any sense

It won't rhyme anymore

Stuttering, stumbling over my tongue

Faking it

Dystopia is my hometown, my birthplace, my bedroom, my body

We're under deconstruction, the vowels come out disemboweled as they try and escape their ravenous desire for longing. Belonging. But there's noone to handle their love. 

20 years ago they gave me glasses. To distort my face. I still hate them. I still hate you. God! Kevin, I still hate you. 

Us

That's nobody's fault, not even God's fault or the fault in our stars

It's Earth

The miraculous evolution of fucking life on Earth

..............................................................................

I asked her to disembowel me

And she smiled

 

self-hatredself-loathingself-pity

◄ Love is just

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Paul Sayer

Sun 22nd Nov 2020 08:57

Time for another look methinks.

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