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muscular dystrophy

bad poetry makes good poets. i just need to keep going until, there, it’s happened. i’ve done it. all is right, perfect, except for that next word.

violence.

*

i was trying to

see if she still

loved me

but i no longer

see her because

we fell out of love

*

left to our own

devices

we create devices

to leave us

 

alone

*

i am told

that beauty will save

this world

but in the fire that

consumed me

my mangled limbs

my gnarling face

my mouthless tongue

sputtering like a dog

to help me

help me please

i was too ugly

to be saved

*

when love

is all there is

there isn’t much

and when love

is all there isn’t

there’s less

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

Discussion

One thought on “muscular dystrophy

  1. i was trying to

    see if she still

    loved me

    but i no longer

    see her because

    we fell out of love

    .heh.

    Posted by jacobzrobin | November 20, 2015, 11:18 am

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