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i.
Blue-bird wings I painted for you once reflect our love seen through my eyes now proof of my de-oxidized blood.
ii.
My lungs collapsing my face now mimicking my feathers shading scheme. You called it kissing I call it filling me with the tar which was your stagnant soul.
iii.
I'd long for my last breath to be an act of futility, inhaling warm waters of surrender rather than have these thorns penetrate my heart so intensely my soul cries in agony.
My pleas my prayers granted.
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Four months had passed since the shooting. The hospital had been reopened for business and they were all slowly getting into the rhythm of being at work again. Verna's brother had to replaced the chief of staff and things seemed to be falling back into place except for her, she had spent the last few months in the psych ward upstairs. Her paranoia had become overwhelming and the shooting had shattered her frail sanity.
shoreline
The untainted sea, with the fresh breeze, imposing a rhythm, in the midst of the chaos, emerging from the mind, drowning me into the peace, instilling me with easiness, making me to get back, to feel the presence of me, limitless and immortal, of the beginnings and endings.
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i.
Witness the greatest horror of my life; first person view bears illusions I have control.
My life spins uncontrollably each emotion swallowed within vicious whirlpools of my existence; like a sinking ship.
ii.
My words are a bayonet, tearing large infectious wounds in the hearts of those, that once loved me.
I am a sadist; enjoying every solitary slice I rip from them, and their screams, serenade my ears.
it completes me.
iii.
My soul stares in trepidation disfigured with every affliction, I inflict upon others.
these skeleton wrists and scare-crow ankles are strapped to the water board, built by my uncontrollable anger.
Forced to watch my body's new host, destroy the temple it has invaded.
