mother

and we drill into her

and we plug her mouth with sand

and we burn holes in her hair

and we tie her up in tight binds so she cannot break free

and we swarm over her like lilliputians raping and wrecking

and we stub our cigarettes and crack pipes out in her eyes and on her arms

and we sit so tightly on her chest and lungs that where once burst forth a victorious answer

now there is only a fevered death wheeze

and i open the window

and the light shines through me.

◄ rope

daveku ►

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raypool

Tue 12th Jul 2016 21:50

This reminds me of a sort of guy fawkes to be disposed in a conflagration of dreams - a symbol of repression subdued. Just thought Stu. I like to get in to your stuff but only you have the key ! I follow your trend nevertheless....

Ray

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