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The Senses Numbed

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The words,
they resembled
feedback

the lips a tinted grey

The eyes
they shone
like amethysts

on a fog-filled, sidereal day

Overcast
Idlewild
Buckshot
Kill cycle

The thoughts
they
felt

the same as they did yesterday

The heart
it
raced

Just like…just like

Just like it always does
when you
wrench it out and squeeze it high
offering gentle reminders as to the many reasons why

Inclined
Pronate
Collapsable
Surrogate

Calamity
Tragedy
Polaroid

Indemnity
Visceral
Entities amongst

Causal
fingers
Scratching
still the pine above

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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  1. I am awestruck, that last stanza is as haunting as it gets.

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    • hobgoblin2011

      Thanks Anna. Actually reworked the order of the words in the last line, as it came out differently in the free write. Really glad you enjoyed it.

      Reply

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