7. FLAGRANT IMAGINATION
I toss around with lazy energy,
beads of water run down my mane,
my head burns like a piece of coal,
to conquer life is my ultimate goal,
my feet yield to unsustainable pressure,
trampling cold sheets of marble chips,
aggrandizing my tryst with misfortune,
my close rapport with ill luck.
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i gnaw my nails with great tenacity,
firmly tethered to their cuticles,
stuck to red raw flesh,
producing semicircular indentations,
on the nail and mind alike.
my pink tongue dances to,
a pentagon of blatant reality,
an unsubscribed figment of thought,
severing rainbows of desire,
achromatic saliva dribbling from my mouth,
a simple case of flagrant imagination