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Violent Blue

Stars twinkled bright
on descending twilight
gentle zephyr blew

I dance to you
upon crippled feet

Lips stitched shut
I cannot speak

Forgotten vows
and dead devotions

Do I really need to write
a ballad of the whore
that kept her legs open

Muscles tense
as common sense
hustles leaving lines
illogical unheard explanations

As I battle my thoughts
and come to grips

Mental terms

Penned concerns

Words strike

Reality burned

Anger is today's mood

I fight too pretty
and I love too ugly

Men are shit
and girls are icky

Abandoned
damned
to be alone

Cold metal
Beretta

Hidden beneath
loves disguise

My veins
they pulse
and pound
in violent blue

In a flash of lost control

Blood drops
Shattered parts

The deepening
shades of me

At 3 pm the dead hour
we journeyed to our end

Stars twinkled bright
on descending twilight

If thoughts
could yield
verse would end

By Samantha Campbell

poem by Samantha Campbell
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