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ShameThe breeze inched back the curtain,
allowing the sky to peak.
A girl lay curled on the bed,
her hand clutching a blanket to her chest,
trying to keep her woman's disguise.
Like when she was little,
drowning in Mommy's dresses and choking on a cloud of blush.
But now she wore a simple garb,
liquid lies glinting off her milky white skin,
no ounce of powder able to mask her heartless face.
The iron grip of the blankets grasping her ankles kept her from running away.
(She was too weak to admit
it was the panties around her thighs
and the shame blacking his eyes.)
Lightning FlaresThe farther I get from your last kiss,
the longer I ache to stay.
Like lightning bugs against this dirty windshield,
their brilliant green just fades to grey.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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