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Give me peace.

Snow White. 
Nose slimes, chem drips down my throat slice.
Sniffling spit the blow fly.
Cascades of emesis, Sinus bled red . Sniffing flakes of flesh an flem. 
Razor stained, Tickling my neck again,
As I Dance with death.
The phantom stands demands my breath. 
Wrestling the mirrors reflect.
Stare still into the pillars of wreck. 
Spirits turn spirit-less, 
Liquor fill, Spill and drench. 
silent squeals kept, Till the final tears wept. 
Maybe I'll be free to lye, Let me mind rest when these demons stop leashing on my iris. 
Turn my eyes white , Hatch flys behind my retina. 
Greet death, Willing. 
Free From this meat sack. 
Shed my body leap deep into the bleak black. 
Rip the reeds, Gripping me
With clicking brittle teeth like sickle snipped leaves, 
when I fall you're free, I'll be boarding the fleet to be reborn in glorified dream. 
Give me peace. 




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Laura Taylor

Thu 22nd Jun 2017 13:32

Yep - thought it was a gripping read, felt very 'stream of consciousness' (although it's a problematic phrase), right down to that godawful comedown. Clicking brittle teeth. Aye.

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Jakob Robinson

Tue 20th Jun 2017 04:29

Thanks Stu and Patricia ! Haven't had much feedback on my writing So I deeply appreciate your comments ?

patricia Hughes

Mon 19th Jun 2017 21:27

Bloody hell,your writing is amazing!

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Stu Buck

Mon 19th Jun 2017 16:02


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