Breadcrumb #407

KEESEAN MOORE

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I should stop
smacking the sides
of my face soon -
My ears are starting
to bleed.
But I’m committed
to clearing up
the white noise now -
making sense of
this meandering.

I should stop
smacking the sides
of my face soon -
My teeth are starting
to shake.
But the ringing
has drowned out
the pain and
I can see pin-sized
lights of escape.

I should stop
smacking the sides
of my face soon,
but I’ve lost all
control of my arms.
My skull will be
crushed into sediment
and there’ll be
no breath left
to take charge.

I will stop
smacking the sides
of my face soon
and drop to my knees
and croon -
revealing muscles
and tendons a’plenty, 
pecked at by
white doves
under white moons.

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