Conservatism surrounded me. A comfortable keeping to ourselves on the wings of transaction, give and take, society set up such that any otherwise lively action be tourniquet by predictable social etiquette, unnatural at best, dull and senseless concession to an all American model of commerce, profitable for sure and devoid of interest. I enjoyed my bubble tea in these rooms of death. Taking my sweet time, a sidestep from life. Only the tapioca between my teeth would burst with lifelike flavor amidst the somnolence. Then shot down the esophagus to the only exit from the constriction of our numbered days. God bless America.
someone stole the names and left only faces. I was frightened. the place and other places were too much alike. you might not get anywhere, here. I touched my stone and stole a breath. the place smelled of certain death. I looked around, despairing. then a door opened. you walked out. all the past month settled on your face. we made it. I can feel again.
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She lay in a bath of her blood
in her black blood-soaked dresses
against the shiny white
porcelain walls of the tub
her slit wrists turned in on her thighs
on her tights
her eyes open wide
to the light and the air
telling of darkest
The design we had over land.
The way we forced our thoughts into the world. We were driven toward self-preservation as far back as collective thought could remember.
How very strange and unbecoming, then, when some of us took upon themselves the call for cellular death.
love was first given. freely. generously. and all was well or so it seemed.
energies were drawn. attentions shifted. the harbor of love, drifted.
times changed. there was no right or wrong about it. just differences. new alliances. fences.
the queen of hearts hid in the hand. her husband suicided. apertures closed. windows. chances.
marked was romance for death. love so tender it hurt. stay away. everything in spades.
and original god given skin tone shown, where the single diamond symbolic once shone.
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Street art on J street
photo by Katya