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My Indignation
By Temerity
I remember the smell of her
Channel #5, stale cigarettes, & apathy
Restlessly roaming her void
Where the senses petrify
In a womb of fruiting bodies
Casting out the naked spawn
Born of deliberate, desperate lies
I have no memory of trust
No protection or compassion
Only basic needs of survival
Served with the face of abjection
Nurturing sorrow & fear
Like thorns in the cradle
My infantile screams of rage
Echoed through the emptiness
As I became the thing she hated
And she became the thing I loved.
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© 2007 Temerity
Published on Tuesday, April 24, 2007.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "My Indignation"
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A former member wrote:
Nice work. I'm liking your newer stuff.
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A former member wrote:
You get comfortable and then some some son of a bitch has to throw a curve. To me trying to anticipate, to expect the unexpected, is a waste of time. No point, when life is so full of surprises. Who you are is never who you stay.
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On Tuesday, April 24, 2007, GraveFlower
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wrote:
things have a way of sucking when they even out, this is the first i have read or heard of you, i will def read more, great one ~*dani*~
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