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understand

you are restricted by your functioning mind

i’m restricted by my high functionality 

they think nothing is wrong

what is wrong is me

burnt 

broken

bled till i’m read

and you can tell me all the riddles that lie in my mind

because nothing is wrong with me?

you are restricted by your functioning mind

and I am restricted by the constraints you place upon me


hollow

I hate the world and it’s beasts

Where it reeks of hallow death

With bright pearl eyes

And blood red strangles

Where only the wise woman weeps


liar

You could be filthy,

ravaged,

desolate

but lets not pretend ever in despair


i


pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood


skeleton

Smile skies of reddy blue

Uneven tapestry of me bathing my arms

Sectioned body

Anatomy ready to be read

With your scalpel I meet my fate

With smiles

Meditative Sword ©Kiran Kaur


take me on

1940 Lupe Velez

She bled like warm fields of trenched hearts

Emasculated into one

Trying to break unity

As their pace hardened

Trickling ventricles tightly bound

Eyes transfixed on lust

Pouring out heat

As warm wax melted on her

Blending shades of her skin