by Bethany Shaffer

Ok so we're not just hardcore music lovers, we like poetry too!

these ups and downs

faces of clowns

dreams of small needles

injecting my blue

stabs in my nightmares

removing your cat hairs

reached in for a nickel

and pulled out a vein

purple to gray

still throbbing it lay

cannot pay homage

to a rumbling beast

the sunshine's poor spent

the knives have been bent

you splintered your heel

on a nail in the wall

lids won't peel lashed

til felt forty slashes

the ribbons and gowns

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