Tag: human nature
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Blue Nectar
It’s being shredded apart, torn through the guts, and fed to the hungry, hungry souls. No— they need not concern themselves of what they strip, uproot, and pollute for these skies, these fields will be long after the passing of these hurried feet, and the winds will wrap around the wounds left by these clawed hands, as…
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Into the woods
I walk into the woods one night, into the woods where I know well what lurks its depths, what slithers its floors what gnaws its bones, what feasts its flesh. But, I won’t fault the woods, it is bound and we unbound still wear the forked tongue, the canines sharp, the hard shell skin deep.…
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Flesh of Nature.
How long must we stay meek under our withering gaze? How long must we grind under our iron fist? How long must we burn at the stake for the cries of our soul? How long must we bleed till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn? Why have we come to the point…
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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