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Branded Vision
by Ava Bluwith tattoos replacing eyes,
your sockets seem ashen
you cant see me spitting
nails on your walls;
they screech through the wood
revealing how cheap you are
everything around is being demolished
yet you remain apathetic
suddenly,
you caution
but it only sounds crass
coming from such flimsy teeth
youve been lax for too long;
I just ignore it while
thrashing through your things
your life is my novel now
I will flourish with your talents
because youve reviled
in my blunders
long enough for me to learn
how to overthrow
you.
07/28/2005 Author's Note: I dreamt this last night.
I could see my face without any eyes;
it was creepy.
I should point out that it was me talking to myself in the dream and these words came forth. The entire poem was in my dream.
Posted on 07/28/2005
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 07/29/05 at 12:33 AM must of have been the coffee ~ i dreamt of zombies last night ~ and i didn't want to wake up |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 08/01/05 at 08:49 PM Wow. I think I just pictured your dream... This is a great piece... The angst is wonderful! |
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