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Acrostic Number 2: Pitch Tar Room

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Prologue
it was
number five now
to cry in the pitch tar
room, the words
to a melody
fragment
mirroring me,
and my throttling thoughts
assuring me
some
sanity.

1.

Bespoke
Leather
And
Creamy
Konversation

x xx x x
2.

Suffering
Ardor
Lilts,
Trembles

X x x x
3.

Red
Ammunition,
Grinding
Emotion

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Black Streamers

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Lila hated the mornings.
fleeting, once, she dreamed
of flowers
whipping flashing
wanting the wind to kiss the peonies
she knew her lover stood there
and he boomed commands like a vast mountain

“who dares to find the treasure inside me?
I alone can grant the misery or the pain or the pleasure”
and it was true:
he knew to cast the pain or the joy
when just the moment came

and when she would realize that he was not there
she would scream into her comforter
while her mascara painted
black streamers
onto her ruddy cheeks
as she half shuddered the words to a poem that’s first line was:
“I just wanted to talk to someone beautiful”.

she could feel the nausea,
and she still hated mornings.

well,
the mornings hated her,
but the dreams wanted to love her silently
giving her the same dream with the same lover.

yet she still she wakes up,
half groaning,
lying on her stomach
feeling seasick
from tossing around in her bedridden storms.

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