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Atrophy
“Atrophy
So I can focus on something else.
My eccentricities aren’t so bad,
And you are a bitch.”
I was shown the throne
Those commoners sit on;
By the king,
Who was willing to give his crown,
If it would make them happier.
I was embraced by the man
Who showed compassion
And praised nothing.
The Asian boy
Who looks like j lo with short hair
And has the body of a ninja.
He is looking at me
Like maybe if I remembered him
He could remember who we were.
He is crying
Hoping if he is vulnerable enough
Someone will protect him.
Like the bearded man
Who figures with enough holy books,
God will come to him
And finally give his Word.
Like the little girl with her dolls
Who makes them rape each other,
If they have the proper organs or not.
She is crying
“It doesn’t matter what we have,
This is just what we do.”
She isn’t sure why,
But if she doesn’t trust her father’s model,
She may lose her language also.
She realizes what conversations are,
And that the voices really can’t add new perspective.
She understands the arms holding her
Can only be tender for so long,
That in the darkness she is safe,
But that it somehow violates her right,
Suffocating without the audience she needs.
Like the young man
With his friend
Who is a gimp because he wouldn’t try.
Like the young man
With his friend
Who is so proud
Because he wouldn’t try.
Like the young man with his friend
Who said “why are you my friend?
Just because I wouldn’t befriend anyone else.”
Like the young man who figures he should have answered,
Like the young man who gets hand jobs by pretty girls
And thinks about the friend.
Like the friend who looks at the mother
And thinks “we should have been friends.”
Like the friend who tells her “I could have helped you so much,
But you are my mother
So you have to go.”
Like the mother who cries because she is forgotten,
Like the mother who smiles,
Because she can survive, remembered or not,
Like the mother who realizes suicide isn’t so bad,
But procrastination is a hard habit to break.
Who remembers the friend,
Ripped from her womb:
“Atrophy
So I can focus on something else.
My eccentricities aren’t so bad,
And you are a bitch.”
