Poetry

14.

I absolutely hate love the way
I think about everything, and I
worry hope that my brain
will drown dance in the myriad
shadows black pools of despair
glows from a thousand
beastly maws angelic eyes.
This fucking place fantastic world
strangles lifts me
until I cannot breathe any longer,
and I am weightless,
floating happy in the bright void.

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