day one
you woke
everything you thought you were,
before you closed your eyes and inhaled the dreams of your twisted line,
is discovered to be a lie
a falsehood, trickery, fabrication
disappearing behind a cloak of aberration
crawling on hands stuck to scarred wrists
pilfering life from dumpsters of deception
avoiding the glares of incandescent veneer
snubbing red streaked orbs within the mirror
you woke
purity of thoughts
not meant to be shifted, changed, sliced, diced, redefined, realigned
altered by a syringe of soiled crystalline
caressing an ignorant conscious
boasting to change God’s perfect design
you woke
celestial spirits scraping scales from your denying eyes
looking down to discover god created you
to look up
day one
you woke
sober
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