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dancing the pain away


ankle sprain wrapped twice
take two aspirin and call
me in the morning

the phone never did ring
and two days later
she had fled on foot

I looked out the door
and all I saw was wind
whipping through the avenue
reminding me of a song
I’d been meaning to finish

days later she was back
upstairs and immobile
either fast asleep
or wide awake
fighting bouts of cold sweat
and hallucinating blue skies
swearing to god one of these days
she’s gonna dance again





march two thousand nineteen
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misdiagnosis


the good doctor told me the pain
manifested from my mind
from repressed emotions
determined to breach the surface

of course I knew that was unlikely
since I had already committed
to hundreds of the tiniest of needles
designed to free my malevolent spirits


may two thousand sixteen
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thunder and lightning


don’t be afraid
there is nothing wrong
now that the light is gone
now that the pain
once permanent like the
morning sun
has transitioned into
a vague sensation

I didn’t mean to scare you
but you had fallen
into an endless dream
inching in the void
searching for candles
whispering to yourself
what wickedness
takes away such power

alas it was not meant to be
the irises in your eyes
plucked away
by the angels of the sky
taking you further
and further away
promising their beauty
will last forever


may two thousand sixteen
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voodoo doll


I rescued you from the scoundrels
washed you and restitched you
and let you lie in my bed

I took out your eyes while
you were asleep
and pinned them inside your heart
whispered softly everything
would be fine in the morning

I promised myself you would no longer
be used for the benefit of others
went on to explain how any pain
you experience from this day forth
would be yours and yours only


april two thousand fourteen
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ultra echo


self-inflicted physical pain
is nothing compared to
once abandoned realities
appearing out of the thinnest of air
unfurling into razor-sharp focus
and leaving you crippled
and crying
and praying for the comfort
of that long lost world
inside a world
inside a world
inside a world



july two thousand thirteen
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the guardian


you entered the ward
with a smile in your eye
quietly knelt beside me
and whispered of a world
where the dazzling white light
promises to free me
from the pain inside



october two thousand twelve
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