Julia Iwanetzki Poems

CRUSH.
In my teenage fragility,
I had a crush.
A poised deception of love,
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Cries of your deepest divinely destructed desires
Curling up inside your witheringly weeping womb
Hapless victim of soul shattering self-hatred
Heartstrings cut apart by a gory god given past
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The night leaves in the morning breeze
her tears upon frail orchids bones
The sun reflects his glorious face
inside the drops of fresh dew tears
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a nanosecond longer in this house
of rot and disease and long forgotten dreams
and i will crumble into pieces of overripe fruit
left forgotten and uncared
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