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Unearthed
I sat
in lack of contemplation,
staring at the baker's dozen
by the window sill.
Fluffy donuts weren't enough to conceal
the gaping hole
dead center.
Somehow though
we always manage
to eat around it.
And bound the savage...
But I think I figured out
just how the windows
filter heat
from light
and distort my presence
to beautified silhouettes
and paintings
in your halls.
And how I was surprised
when panes opened
and shade died.
empty white begat
walls of fire.
And all the fucking screening
of my screamings
tumbled
with shaded desires
to thuds on ground.
I climbed out the open frame
into fields
of a million grains
and threw myself in the dirt.
Yes, fucker, this is what I'm worth.
As the commuters watched me roll around
shoving solid chunks of earth in my mouth
and for once
not afraid
to bare my teeth.
grinding
black gums shining
to cerulean skies...
With the open window
distant behind me...
thank God
for these cries.
In essence
the process was streamlined
for all to see
the wonders
of what I could truly be.
But at one with myself
I created disparities
between what their eyes
had written for me..
as unearthed stones
began to get thrown about
when angrier hands found me -
tiny pebbles
embroidered themselves into my skin.
Baked in the sun --
it all hardened around me...
