I’ve never felt so alone.
And, Ive spent my life feeling alone.
…didn’t know this kind of alone was even possible.

Pins and Needles.

My fingertips are pins and needles,
That tuck the hospital corners of your world,
and smooth the blankets of your mind,
It’s chaos, come to adjust the pillows ’round your heart,
Anxiety, come to massage your broken hands,
See my sparkling, salt encrusted crown of worry,
Ever thickening with hardness,
Never weakening with softness,
My fingertips are ten tiny doorways,
That seek you out, thus desperately
It’s a welcome party sporting shotguns,
It’s death, come to holler in the deafened ears,
Life, come to go away again,
See my hate-infused senses trying so hard to love,
Ever faltering with drunkenness,
Ever drinking in this emptiness.

High-lighted Pages.

Americana Injustica

Okay, then –
in the spirit,
of saving time:
allow me,
to admit,
whatever deeds,
that you need,
to claim,
as being mine,
well, Hell,
oh damn…
it’s all my fault,
once again;
see my arm up,
see it waving,
see how much,
bigger I am?
Gods’ damn,
“Little Man” –
who designed
your B Plan…
as it was,
just because,
so stupidly,
you now stand;
all alone,
left to hold,
a Mystery Bag;
no trigger piece,
left on your hip,
and suddenly,
that tongue of yours,
doesn’t seem to slip…
maybe you,
don’t really know,
how serious,
how deep this goes,
the importance of,
your admitted love:
for being in control,
Red Flag,
highlighted pages,
deciphered by:
all the ages,
with the exceptions,
in each generation,
of the ugliest spirits,
with the prettiest faces.

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Blown-Out Knees.

It’s been:
the ugliest,
of epiphanies;
it’s been:
hard as Hell,
to swallow,
such realities;
it’s been:
likened to both,
blown-out knees;
it’s been:
anything but,
thoughts of,
a recovery;
I am:
by the notions,
I’ve denied,
I am:
by the actions,
others aim,
at me;
I am:
what I am,
just a woman,
no hidden,
I am:
out of the race,
came in last place;
I am done:
out they come,
to bury,
such burden as me.

“People Like Me”.

Americana Injustica

It’s quite apparent

to someone like me

how someone like you

might come to be;

Your parents protected

your eyes from the truth

you came into yourself

without having a clue;

you are highly offensive

through all you presume

a clean, handsome face

with a weasel’s perfume

your life has consisted

of skies, only blue

a brat on a cushion

trust-fund ever renewed;

So now you’re a grown up

everything handed to you

your jack-ass behavior

is nothing that’s new;

there’s something important

that I’ve longed to tell you

if you choose to listen

I hope it gets through:

know that people like me

just as worthy as you

however odd that may be

to people such as you;

you can’t understand

a typically higher IQ

in the people like me

compared to idiots like you;

I’ve spent every day of my life

feeling the contrast seep through

while you…

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