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I didn’t like the mountain tops,
I prefer the snowy mushroom caps
To jump and not look back.
I found myself on the reddest one
And i sat on top of my own lap
We had a chat
Me told me to eat the meat
Which jutted from below our feet
But i just sat
Newfound me consumed the flesh
As blackened blood sprayed from her chest
I flew like a bat.
I walked into the jade lagoon
And washed away the gore
But eely fingers grabbed my wrist
and black began to pour
I emerged to face myself
My hand and forearms torn
By the sad sadistic me
Who sings an impish chord
I prefer the snowy mushroom caps
To jump and not look back.
I found myself on the reddest one
And i sat on top of my own lap
We had a chat
Me told me to eat the meat
Which jutted from below our feet
But i just sat
Newfound me consumed the flesh
As blackened blood sprayed from her chest
I flew like a bat.
I walked into the jade lagoon
And washed away the gore
But eely fingers grabbed my wrist
and black began to pour
I emerged to face myself
My hand and forearms torn
By the sad sadistic me
Who sings an impish chord
This Poems Story
Struggling with yourself daily is one of the hardest and longest wars one can fight.
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