The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

A Crime

The myth of freedom
has torn me to shreds
my heart
cares not
to beat anymore

Like the sheets of
your bed, I lay
myself down for you
but the door
to the room
you refuse
to open

You leave me
alone
like the last tree
in the woods
among the many
where only their
poisoned roots
remain;
desolate and
nude

the page from my
journal
has been read
I can feel another’s
fingerprints
I can hear another’s
heartbeat
I can see through
the eyes of the
intruder
and they are
smiling at my sadness; sometimes,
even laughing at my
folly

You dare to mock me
but you’re at fault
for messing me up,
crippling me,
disabling my emotions…
You have caused
me to disobey my
instincts and for
that I am
punished in
solitude…

written: November 11, 2010

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