(Just a free write
that I’ve been working on for the past few days, Its really bad but I was just
writing stuff out and this is what came out)
I’m biting my lip… Biting the upper arc of my skin hoping to
shed off the inadequacies of my past self. With a passage I'm passing down to
the lower arc to push words higher above my lips into the heavens. But they got
caught by my nose. Knowing I’m snorting all these words can’t be good for my
health so I sweated myself for the answers. And I found I blew my adjectives
below the bust and genitals where I lust for the opposite sex. I digress though
cause the words trickled down my knees appeasing the arteries that are a part
of me only to be received by years of experience defecting the verbs to move faster
so the sentence scatters to my higher abdomen and molds to my core. Taking
blood, sweat and life lines to compose these thread lines that weave themselves
for viewing purposes. Maybe even comfort purchases if you want to sleep because
the thread count is so sheet. From the abdomens core I propelled many more
words up my back with haste. Never slacking just wasting all the forms of a
verb that could please and they hit the arch of my neck with ease. Peep though,
they feel victim to the missed disk in my spinal cord so they tripped, missing
my thorax hitting the lining the lining o0f my esophagus trying to get outside
but I’m pulling them back in. So I threw upwards and it hit my mind frame and
my mind state started conjugating the different nouns and verbs. Pronoun and
adverbs pushing the limits of insanity, so when my words hit my tongue I
considered it a tragedy. I’m radically free to be a travesty to the world and
help people. So why is it on the tip of my tongue and I fail to speak
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