Betrayal is An Unmarked Grave

the first time you trust a pack of hungry dogs to watch your newborn, they will relish in ripping and devouring its tender flesh; knawing bits of stubborn cartilage til there is nothing left to feast on. — they hiss and growl at you for not having more.

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Somber Sobriety

My brain wakes up and cries for the death of its living baby. so used to hurling ourselves [booze] down the hatch, the still afterwake unscathed is surreal; like crying when happy, our system malfunctions.

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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They Say

there’s always an eye opening moment before sobriety. The first time for me was the morning after waking up having dranken from the tank my miramo moss ball was floating in. — i remember drunk as fuck lifting the cold orb into my palms and pouring its contents down my throat until it was nearly…

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Role Playing Game

if I was a character in an RPG my race would, regretably, be human. — my class would be druid. As one of the earth, my power Would be dependent upon moon and sun cycles. I would channel energy via proper execution of mythical centering techniques [in hopes to ground] — As this shapeshifter, my…

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Off with Her Head

cellular soldiers are suspicious of why they are getting increasingly worn down. I see them, planning a coup; wrinkling across my hands. they envy every sober person, overheard existing [through our ears], in nearby bodies of land. — fascist brain cells [too observant for their own good] throw bottles back [at the cost of all…

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pray for Them

Every night i drink, and, I mean really drink, i forget the gods [aka my organs] arent always going to forgive me. the next morning after desecrating their holy temples. i beg for their forgiveness, “please, take these offerings of nutrious food items” “i have travelled far from the bed i’d like to still be…

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expectations: daily prompt

Let me Take off In my plane Of expectations. flying high enough to break every Wind barrier Of you. Sound and time will collapse In me from Upward plunge Past all Human Potential. — Landing-strip Pools of whiskey every flights destination; a timeshare self-destruction. — Expectation

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102

Alcohol Is finally Celebrating its Victory In you. Its Stuffing Your arteries, Thanksgiving turkey. It will devour you. You set It’s table For it, Every time. Admitting it entrance To Course Through you. Your Veins, Its tiny Hop Waterslides. — Please, Stop testing To see how fast That heart goes before it crashes into it’s…

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rules about love from a naive mind

one) love is a many pronged creature   it doesn’t know it’s own name   it is homeless even if you build walls around it it is afraid of you it has experienced this world   if you try to call out to it   it will cock it’s head at you   like the…

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