never before have I heard these vibrational
mysteries clamoring inside each thought
Lies rest in my breathlessness
while ages of mistrust surge through
every pore on my body...my mind...what's
left of my soul
Your kingdom has come and your God
is mocking you for the travesty of souls
left in your wake...
your sex heaves from you like a sinful puke
Here in my crystal palace in blind-sight
of all the tricksters there is one...only one
that sees me...through his mindlessness
It's here I'll stay...there in the void with
a love not labeled
where I can be who I am unrestricted
undefined by my equal sinners
Alone but not: here where my minds chaos
is now making sense to me
I'm comfortable in my safe nothing
Thank you
Tracey is a native of Northern Michigan. She has work on Writerscafe and Cosmofunnel. She is also the Author of "Zero Evidence of Life" found on lulu.com.
Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , and here at The Rye Whiskey Review .
Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , and here at The Rye Whiskey Review .
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