Chanyn Fuller Poems

This casket lays open, waiting for an occupant
A soulless figure to weigh it down
Mortician waits for this special case
Stun is his first emotion, and then change
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I glance over every swaying body
Music sinks into hearts
They collide in the waves of dizziness
People stare then stop, then continue
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It’s normal for me
To suckle your milk
But you became rough
Ignoring my struggle
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Smack!
Stinging pain
Loud shrieks
Question why
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pain
knowledge of my hurt
anger
from what you've done
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A kiss
So genuine
Passionate loving
Yet so full of need
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Like my tears
The blood of this wound rolls down me
My heart beats harder and harder
You say you'll never leave
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Dedicated to
Chris Bock

Thoughts race, their minds
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Wind nipping at my skin
Chilling my soul
I have to run, leave
Hand prints, shoe marks
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