October 18, 2011
By carolinefid BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
carolinefid BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
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I He She It We Us
Craving and longing and
polluted with our
thoughts of murder-
ing the human mind,
living in a toxic wasteland of fear and
power verses tragedy;
scars of the days we danced with distant neighbors
remain and glisten with every blunt word
implanted I the undeveloped
sack of desolation, so nourished with
things that tear down walls that made us
human beings.
Intertwined with three hollow bare crass letters
mirroring our repulsion
of the essence exuded from our existence,
wrapped around the Hell-inducing strain of
contagious ignorance
we can view, from
the dark pit of empty nothingness We They I strive to be a part of,
distraught with remorse of never-ending possibilities,
Us We It
He She
Being choked by
Gas, exhausting our numbered breaths-
But somehow,
I am beautiful.

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