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the smell of cyanide in the morning.
.
he was someone
with
thin-boned fists
and
thick muscle
in his chest.
f r a g i l e ,
yet strong and healthy,
he was the
s i l e n c e
of a synagogue,
sacred and still.
until one day
he went
missing.
the locks smashed,
dusty boot prints
walking themselves
up and down
his floors.
(rabbi)t's breath lungs perched in a dove's rib cage,
he was peace on a battlefield,
an unwelcome guest,
killed with the olive > branch > he
carried.
.
countless skeletons
passing down a staircase
they'll never walk up again.
it's
only
down,
down,
down
for
them
from
now
o
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114 deviations
Literature
the smell of cyanide in the morning.
.
he was someone
with
thin-boned fists
and
thick muscle
in his chest.
f r a g i l e ,
yet strong and healthy,
he was the
s i l e n c e
of a synagogue,
sacred and still.
until one day
he went
missing.
the locks smashed,
dusty boot prints
walking themselves
up and down
his floors.
(rabbi)t's breath lungs perched in a dove's rib cage,
he was peace on a battlefield,
an unwelcome guest,
killed with the olive > branch > he
carried.
.
countless skeletons
passing down a staircase
they'll never walk up again.
it's
only
down,
down,
down
for
them
from
now
o
Featured
103 deviations
Literature
they are happy
They're all happy
No new cuts at all,
Only ugly little scars
Holding a million secrets.
They are all happy
But are you?
From the sleepless nights,
To the nightmares
So frightening
that you're scared to remember them,
To the bite marks and bruises
And the tears drying on your cheeks.
No one knows what happens at night,
When you're in your room in tears.
You scratch and scratch.
Just a little blood that's all you want,
Scars don't bleed though.
They are happy
But are you?
DP Poetry
71 deviations
