i have found a noose to be a friend
as collective a voice as stomps
in the elephantine tundra where,
a cruel pitch did shrug.the cackle of imp, the trumpet-horn;
i have dreamt once i was never born,
and i stayed, in the line between life and death,
the drowning and the thin womb.i struggled, no — i've closed my eyes,
my thick tongue salivating for
whatever it could reach. i am nothing,
if not hungry.and did we stay the same throughout
the years? the plans confirmed,
a truth that's served with table salt,
i willingly consume.present an ache for my waning tooth,
the blind thrive among us. when
i trust my senses most, i always fail,but drivel, i have in abundance:
an open heart is dangerous, as dangerous
as candor unchecked. but pinches
and stings are for mere pests,as claws and rage for beasts,
and deception and treason for kings.— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...