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grace car @ part one
(I want to see myself through unbiased eyes) Along the uneven -leaning more already left or leaving-line of ‘I miss you’ Caught cleaning the blood from my bones Scraping while it chips-is flaking- Now scrubbing in circles on my skin Because I swear there was something more Something more-writteninthestars- About the way your eye shook I swore black and blue & the stars just stood there twilight as my witness: they didn’t budge a sentence I just swallowed their surprise Breaking the blankness about them-beautifully boring all the emptiness displayed itself in the whites of my eyes you’re a page I already wrote on for instance, instances when caution came and left me in the rain relishing the fact that the pretty people are polished like porcelain and are painfully the same I should be relieved I’m real, that skin is rubber and ready to heal when split (think of it as warmth, as shelter from society’s inevitable suicide: know that bending is better than breaking, compromising can conclude in clarity) These lessons transcend Occasionally, Those magic tricks don’t even have to pretend to work; They just do. Invariably, Beginnings have to end in order to begin again. Older Entries |
