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The Eyes saw Survival in Doubt
Your smiling like your hugging me
I am squinting like your choking me.
Seeing me cry
As if you tolerate me
Tell me why the tears are so harsh to you.
Hold up something to my eyes
That would collapse
If you weren’t holding me.
The highways of cars
Like little blood cells
Too bereaved to be poetic
Clogged enough to pray for a heart attack
Because death is hopeful when coping with their lives.
Maybe couples could separate
Maybe virgins would grab their clitorises
As something revealing.
The bible denies something that we are
And still Jesus reaps the prayers of soulless devils.
Their silly bullshit becomes a pulse
Pumping something like blood in my dick
Stuck here shooting blanks
And this is who we are.
Strong shoulders
With dangly arms
The pubic hair
In my arm pits
Like the scalps of foreign heads buried within me.
Pulled by something strong
Though resting with something weak
And buried by the mush
Of a mirror
Which only told stories
After the eyes
Saw survival in doubt.
The first two lines got me into this poem, they were the best. I like the structure of this poem as well:)