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my only crime

1/9/2024

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All I have to offer is my silence, my witness, my non-participation in this life, in this dance, waiting on a chance, to breathe, to dream, to take a bold and audacious theme, out into this world, hurled, spiraling into infinity, where someone will ask my name, my shame, can't hide what's on my face, can't hide the disgrace you've given me, for all the world to see, it's captivated me, cannibalized the parts you see, I stand against a wall, with nothing to offer but my silence, my witness, my non-participation in this life, this dance, with no hope of romance, I'm slipping away, a ghost that can no longer stay, you've stripped away the best parts and left only the scars that are choking me, I can't breathe, can't dream, can't make a bold and audacious theme, to save my life, this empty race is just a face to show the world, where I've been hurled, yet they rather I disappear, was never here.  And all I can give is my will to live, as it crumbles on the floor, can't take any more, can't smooth it out, get the wrinkles out, there is do doubt what lies beneath is my funeral sheath, for beauty was my only crime, but you desired that which was mine, wanted, needed, I was destined to be devoured, the whole world soured, taking, corrupting, bleeding beauty can be so... disrupting, and then it's gone, and while you yawn, I'm left to seep, to weep, in a heap, now I'm running for the door, can't take any more, the silence bursting my seems, I have to murder my impossible dreams, for they'll never forgive me your awful crime, this prison of yours... will forever be mine.
 
 
 
 
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09-27-2013



© Raena Exe 2024

1 Comment
Michael Knutzen
1/25/2024 02:42:34 pm

Admidst your careful turn of phrase you paint an image of one broken beyond repair. Do you feel a person can be irreperably damaged? Or given the right chances is there hope so long as there can be escape? What begins as alomost a mantra shifts to something more like a surrender. Quite a haunting image. Thank you for sharing.

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