Muddy Water

Take me out of this skin!
Don’t put it back.
I don’t want it.
Don’t make me have it.
Okay.
If you insist.
Then I’ll just sit
in this muddy water
and let it slide into my soul
through yet another
crack.

Red Roses Ever-Born

They told me
Stop
and smell the roses.

I did one day.
there were maggots
crawling on the leaves.

I’m always on the run.
now you know why.
The gears have to
turn
turn
turn…
If one breaks,
then they all burn.

There were people in this field.
One day, when I was six,
they all disappeared.

All around me are roses,
maggots falling from their thorns.
I run in this field forever,
red roses ever-born.

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