December 8, 2017

POP

Manic EquilibriumStreet lights battle

Pedestrians obey

Only the rebel

Swims upstream

 

Foundations

Built over

Graves

Decay roots

Grow

Sin

 

They head

Toward sand

And solitude

Blistered soles

Souls

Crimson brow

The sheep shit

In technicolor

 

The neon

POPS

The adolescent

“lady”

Drugged

Innocence

Wastes

 

Fuck puke

Tarry domes

Keep

The creatures in

Those that can

Escape

Drown

Among the

Oil christened

Sanctuaries

 

Day does

Not exist

Among the

Dead who

Walk

In the deafening

25 hour

Dark

 

We are smothered

In cases

They reek upon

Heaps of

Greed

 

Good time

Fridays

Played out

With the

junk highs

And dodging bullets

In the street

 

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion

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