Cataracts
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You nurse as many grudges as your
chances to obtain them.
Your heart still bleeds from carving up
the holes where you contain them.
You bandage till you're paralyzed
with blacklists that you keep.
Your anger blocks the airways
till you're fighting just to breathe.
I can't live in your paralife.
I'm dying to get out.
I'm sickened by your chronic
diarrhea of the mouth.
You'd grieve the casualties if you
could use your calloused eyes.
But all your tears are for yourself,
and so, for now, goodbye.
Proverbs 27:3 Stone is heavy and sand a burden, but provocation by a fool is heavier than both.
3 comments:
Yes.
I'm not sure what to make of this.. other than it's darker and deeper than my mind is capable of. It is very, very good though. You are quite the brain, my lesser aged sibling.. quite the brain.
Now that I know who and what this is about, it makes a lot of sense. Very impressive.. and right on the money, Manda.
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