untitled (verity)

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where do truths come from and where do they go to die?

in this dreary consolation of time, I can see the whirl
of their wheels, and banished desires living on scraps.

if you’d told me of this night two nights back, I’d have believed
but never more.
who’s to say when the flowers droop and colors fall off of the sky?

it’s an inlaid embroidery; intricacy paves the way for simplicity –
I see babies cooing to each other, and people fucking their lives up
in search of one consoling hand. I see men showing junk, and women
trying to hide their breasts, both from an obsolete sense of loss.

where do lives begin and where do they fall over?

in this nest of living and unliving, dying and undying,
I carve lines into the air, of desire, of an unintended mirth
and we laugh. We laugh, we weep, but we just can’t hold each other.

we just can’t hold each other up anymore.

things fall apart.
my lips bleed, my body’s sore and the sour taste lingers in my mouth.
things fall apart.

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For “A Skyflower Friday” writing prompt at With Real Toads.

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7 thoughts on “untitled (verity)

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    who’s to say when the flowers droop and colors fall off of the sky?

    This is a wonderful line and sets the tone of your existential reflections. The stream of consciousness works well to express the inexplicable. Thank you for participating.

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  2. in this nest of living and unliving, dying and undying,
    I carve lines into the air, of desire, of an unintended mirth
    and we laugh. We laugh, we weep, but we just can’t hold each other.

    This is so incredibly worded! Kudos!

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  3. Sometimes we have to swim through, wade through brutality. It is present, it is even I dare say omnipresent. We have to swim through. WE have to create. Beauty. Love. Togetherness. Everything. Then surrender it to brutality.

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