pressing in-formation

causing her throat to swell and tighten

building desire

like cities

digging tunnels

too deeply


into her earth

creating openings

and avalanches

minute tragedies in her stomach

leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried

tragedy that has nowhere else to go…

eat it or fuck it

the catch cry as armies march in

spiralling down

screwing through

her well….meant vows

taking them down


as though somehow in opposition

to her own will


set up

take it down

like dominoes


black and white photos lending sentiment to the horror of endings

it hurts

she curls

sucking her fingers

confused … pleasure or pain


with it’s love and death shit

a tragedy

swinging gaily in her stomach


not special

just because it has nowhere else to go

Thankyou Trent Lewin for your poetic and inspiring words from ‘Promise: The Ending’

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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