Saydra Basta Poems

The space between realities widens like the fingers of a clocks hand
How truth and frivolity can be one and the other, inseperable and distant
Was time the culprit?
Or were you?
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Catatonia
I'm only awake in the dark
Caught in a half lucid stupor
Staring at my veins
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The heat of the sticky summer evenings
Drenches you
Like the sickly sweet juice of a peach running down your chin
And tracing the edge of your neck
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The dizzying rush of a burning secret
Forces me to sit down with the demon that brought me here
But for now she is pleasant company
A welcome parasite
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Crush petals into powder
And rub it deep into my skin
Absorb the pigment into my veins
Make me beautiful on the inside
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Measure my weight in sweet n low packets
And divide me by the digits on the nutrition label
It's an illness you can count in numbers
It's not food
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Lonely is not a big enough word
Lonely doesn't tell what lonely is
It says only "one"
But doesn't count
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There is a bitter liberation in being unwanted
It's a melancholic reminder that when you cease to exist, so too the expectations of you
It's easier to accept than except
You simply are,
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A monument to his desire
His calloused hands round out her ivory curves
Perfect, he whispers
Mine, he groans
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In death awaits the nothingness of hell
The empty air, the frozen midnight sky
The soundlessness you thought you could repell
But now you shriek so silent as you die
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