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R A R E L Y   S E E N.

DEEPLY FELT.

Abuse

For you knew of the girl whose cheeks were so pink, they'd be mistaken for sweet peas. 
And whose skin could be misplaced for butter paper.
Tongue as innocent as the boy that cried wolf, 
And eyes as golden as yore. 

You knew of that girl, count every school day, 
Where she walked through the door, head bowed and heart prayed. 
'neath those bangs, whose color is as dark as our breaths, and as shiny as false tree, 
Whose eyes--exotic--bluer--bluer than a thumbtack and bluebells set out by sea. 

Whose eyes are mismatched by plentiful lips--small as the silver spec on my shoe, 
And shimmered 'neath sterile light, as if she kissed the face of Mt. Rushmore, too. 
With those high lips and V-line chin, which connected with her pencil neck to her petite body, 
No breasts or bottom, with legs as thin as stilts and as blinding as our phones, 
She holds the body of a cradle, and sings like a tongue-less canary. 

Always kempt and proper--her hair tied back with a lovely noose. 
And shoes worry not of dirt--for she never played outside. 
Resting 'neath maple-wood trees like a bunny--face and knees tucked by arms, and that's where they reside. 
Many boys had asked for her hand in play, but that bunny went deeper--deeper into the flesh hole she burrowed. 
"Painfully shy, she was." They said. 
And that pain was her devil. 

For you knew not the cause of those florid, pink, cheeks. 
Whose purpose means nothing but dead machines. 
Whose eyes rung bright--struck the world alight, 
Yet, they themselves could not see. 

For you knew of the girl whose cheeks were so pink, they'd be mistaken for vintage bust, 
And whose skin could be misplaced for bile. 
Whose eyes mistaken for lust, 
And face mistaken for tile. 

For you knew of the girl whose cheeks were so pink, they'd be mistaken for heat, 
And whose skin could be misplaced for bleach. 
For again and again and again, the belt beats. 
And hello to endless murder. 

For if you drew closer and closer--and closer, you see, 
Blue waters and purple veins clash--wash again and again 'gainst land--and befit the word: queer. 
For if you drew closer and closer--and closer, you see, 
Innocence knows no bounds and eyes no longer see flavor, 
For if you drew closer and closer--and closer, you see, 
Exotic eyes bled--rained--pink--and pink--and pink with grand fervor...! 
For sometimes it may frighten you to know, 
Not all persons are truly healthy, 
even those who you hold truly dear.

Bury

for we fall like moths at the strike of lighting.
and slip to earth for change.
we sit in 10 seconds of silence.
yet we never wish for years of action.

for we cry into the heavens--to God--in disarray,
false water in our glossy eyes.
for with magazines and a host,
atheists are our middle name.

knees soaked in kerosene and eyes used as ashtrays,
we are fire coated in and of itself,
for we burn midst tear-sealed lips,
and expect for the earth to revolve.

for we lay unclad together in bed,
whispering cloy gooeyness into ear canals,
and tie each other up with thorns,
for kink--we say.

for we are sadomasochists,
emanating soulful breaths with heads tilted back,
at the thought of a bullet in our marrow,
and chuckle off--chuckle off lots,
at the red we draw from that hidden blade we borrowed.

they know not of what we think,
for we are madman in a cradle,
with large starry eyes, we look for inspiration--intention,
and--when asked for and found--the parents don't see those stars anymore.

for we are heartache,
and bodies with stones in our hand,
for they don't understand,
the power in corpses we seek.

for we are the heretics,
the verses in the Bible no one reads,
for when sought out and seen,
we bathe in the honeyed milk and spoil it.

for we are selfish--even if we beg not,
we are hypocrites--even if we needn't be,
we are labyrinths--even if redirected,
for we are killers and everyone knows,

all we need to do is bury our weakness 'neath the meadows.

The Tilted Eclipse

How lonely have you been, my love?
Why did you watch the red swill down the plug hole all alone?
Why did you have to live that way and watch Life seep out of your tired veins when they don't know how to come back home?

How lonely have I been, my love?
That I did not blink twice when you smiled at me?
Why did I have to live that way and ignore the homecoming of a survivor who wears the most beautiful scars?

How lonely have we been, my love?
That we drowned ourselves in the bubble of fermented mess?
Why did we have to live that way and slit the throats of our desires neatly to save our prides from a mild scratch?

How lonely can we now be, my love?
Now that I've known your worth?
I'll cradle your smile like a titled eclipse
and kiss the constellation of your freckles back and forth.

And the only thing
blossoming full and red,
will be our hearts-
and Love will find a way back home.