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Monsters
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Poetry How awful, that morning found you
How desperate those eyes break
Down bricks of structure, these dreams bleed
On your screen I watched the world pass through static
A chaotic order - histories revolving door
But through the blood that drains, thick like mud
Alas-
Babies are born
Thrown into wild fascination
And grow with promised beauty
From your salty eyes
How perfect, that must feel
Alive, in line
Always ignorant of death, for what happens
Next
In the sea I call my final surrender
Sunken treasures split my mind, my eyes
That serpent’s kiss I swallow
And am swallowed whole
I crawl backwards
Climb and cry
And shed this skin I once called new
In your caves or bellies
By your fire your heart
We are all just being born, to grow
To break from our mirrors
Alas-
We’re all monsters
