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Crit anyone?


I'm Smiling too

I stand
the beads beneath my feet make it hard to fake dignity

thoughts drip from my ear into your coffee
the rims overwhelmed with froth
as you press the brim to lips to drink

You look at me,
coyote’s grin
Subtle…
you don’t taste ideas that are not your own

The friction of thought burns the twine of a tethered mind
fevered with understanding
stretched with steams of loathing

My heart limps palpitations
urging efforts to bark away the atmosphere of ignorance
but my mind sits comfortably
knowing they would only echo in your sightless sockets

Sip the cup I filled
scorch away the taste of understanding
which has grown numb in mind and manner on your lips

It’s Poisoned anyways