Blacks and Blues

Understanding nothing,
Of all I’ve given up and out,
So willingly,
Listened to mutual doubt.

Reading everything,
That I see behind those eyes,
No, chillingly,
Came from angel’s lips, lies.

Now I choose,
Out from bruise,
Infamous blacks and blues,
Every gift I gave, misused.

Tearing up the tarps,
Covering all I was, I am,
Do blatantly,
Fuck your material exam.

Removing the masks,
Hiding but not in your sight,
Personal latency,
Only thing that sounds right.

Shall we begin?
Shed away sin,
Fantasy without, within,
Every love I exhaled, your tiny violin.
Thomas Spychalski

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