annual emerging poets slam 2018
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Sweating and smiling in spaghetti straps
blowing bubblegum and peeling it off the edges of their lips,
pruned, stretched, flattening it against the backs of their teeth
and the corrugated roofs of their mouths.
Memories of what has passed, and what is soon to come
Faded scenes of hazy screens that illuminate bereft rooms
Eyes of youth glance upon translucent symbols
Faded gods who once transcended worlds like forgotten stars
Emotions towards an angel, swallow thee like a wave in the sea
See the bruises on my skin, for my love is beating I from within
Words of endearment flash in mind like a strobe light
The cold
It’s strange isn’t it?
Cold yet warm
This is my embrace
How sad is it that you're here
How sad is it that you're the reason
