This was all pre-woven?

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i was just doing as i was taught, how i was

programmed

i hear voices whisper (but i don’t know them)

my body is a temple,

someone broke in

underwater you drown,

on top of choking

i died and came back to life,

i feel chosen

Ａｓｃｅｎｓｉｏｎ

In Slow Motion

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Up there is a poem i wrote today, still unfinished, and down below is a (still unfinished) poem i have been working on for a few days now…

i never pick the right one... 

how come..

i always get the skull card?

whys that?

why am i always on guard? 

        HOW COME?

              I ALWAYS GET THE SKULL CARD

and how come i always seem to sulk hard?

Silk road in silkworm scarf

Silicone, silverswords, pour words, scars

Cellophane,

sealed with azúcar

feel the pain,

I FEEL

It’s so sharp

Sugar paste, marked safe,

go jaguars

railroad spikes,

yet she’s still starved

Sulfur face, our slip bonds still charged

In a spirit car,

she spun so far

Pried with jaws, save face, my facade,

mirror maze, matrix, m m mirage

stutter, made up, but it’s not