Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Broken soul

She was glasslike,
So iconic when
She fell to a million pieces.
I pushed her, to
Watch the dance of
Fragmental eyes
Raining upon my
Broken soul, for
Who but the unbalanced
Could enjoy such a thing?
A quiet voice, so
Subtle and gentle,
Pushed the wind to
Blow away the madness;
She was beauty,
Wherever her footsteps
Sank, but her stomach
Was full of dragonflies,
Begging to be released.
When she ripped
Open her bowels, they
Swarmed and escaped and
Finally! She could breathe.
Finally, she existed.

9-17-09


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