Tuesday, November 25

Heartfelt hash (walking in the dark alone is scary)

MJ
sexually assaulted, heyy

in the DRAKE, sweat down my face
made 10 puddles a mini lake

i swam in, chokin
on salt
so i thought to bottle it up
put it on sand and wave my right hand
to make something called an ocean roll, not stand
and expand
over all the land

and MJ and i
on the sandy shore, we espy
hope in a sunset
in a rising moon over eternal crest dip crest dip

gonna flip the coin see if im lucky
no dont squeak me im no rubber ducky
no pick peck puck no fuck here
no rape here
no more now
no
no
no

STOP

and what about all the women who
stuff it
those tears to puddles lakes oceans to dreams
expression of self
why be so stealth-ee
thats not health-ee
ee-yow-wow, now
how you gonna live if you force part of you to die

try, rot, crack, bend, snap, fall, crawl, beg, hurt
and cry

and find me
on the sand of the sea-ocean
looking out breathing, and free

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