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Devolution
By Abberant
I evolved,
To tell you nothing
I cut
The tension
I nurtured
Out of pitchforks
And mantras
Into social spaces,
I'll never touch again.
And this morbid philosophy
Carries on inside my Soul.
I cut gills
On my neck
I missed them.
But my deformed hands
Made it hard to grasp.
The concept of evolving
Time with immoral things.
Like feeling from a scabbed up
Limbic system.
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Copyright 2018 Abberant
Published on Friday, September 7, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Devolution"
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On Saturday, February 10, 2024, carlosjackal
(2787)
wrote:
I agree with Drea..This reads as two incredible pieces forwards and backwards.
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On Monday, September 10, 2018, Dejected_Worth
(81) wrote:
I wish I wrote this...
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On Sunday, September 9, 2018, Drea
(1388) wrote:
This going to sound odd, but this can be read from the bottom up and it's amazing (as well). I don't know if you even realize that lol. Your word choices and structure make this. I applaud you.
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On Friday, September 7, 2018, Dilated View
(582) wrote:
I really liked the way you move metaphor and verb here. I think about evolving on a regular basis, into something different even if it ends up not being better. Just to, as mentioned here, either dodge the social circles or to be able to talk sense into their group think, I feel like this was a really personal piece and I can't totally understand the scenario you are describing but I did enjoy it and was able to interpret this in my own personal way. Thank you for sharing.
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