Paige Nielsen Poems

I loved you.
Yes, I did.
I loved you until you killed me.
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Somewhere in the dark caverns of hell,
A song is playing.
The ghosts are weeping.
Someone who was once a young girl,
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Death is not something to be feared,
But channeled
Like an energy of entropy.
My heart is like a samurai
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Summer stains red;
The devil’s playground beckons—
Come hither.
The wend and weft of evening’s spell
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I am this stranger with lips
blackened and burned, like sugar-melted absinthia,
trapped in a charnel house,
a haunted mausoleum.
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Yes, the prophets are bleeding,
affectionate in their poisoned truths.
Beetle-black ice cream churns
in your gut.
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The madman ax that chopped the cherry tree
felt remorse at what it had done,
a penitent seeking redemption.
Weeping tears of violent red,
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grey skies on an October morning
rain raising chills in the autumn air
a shrouded, ill-spoken fog rolls in
and in a hospital,
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It’s been a long year
Apathy and boredom streaming from every pore
Broken resolutions cry in January
Hearts shatter in February
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Slaves.
We’re all slaves—
Slaves to consumerism, to materialism, to religion
Because even those who believe in nothing
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