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THE S-WORD
BRYANNA LEE
Salvation streams through my mind as I...
Sink into sand like a satisfactory sundae. Sadness stretches through my soul,
Smooth like salmon swimming through streams, And salt stinging sore slashes marked by me. Sinister is all the S I am.
Scrapping memories away from it.
Just searching for safe.
Some share such a secret we mustn’t sell.
Screeching for sanity that I can’t see.
Somber lips start sickening to sapphire.
Sounding as silent as sleepy songbirds.
Whilst smoke slays sepia shadows made by I.
I solidify from a sunglow since I’d never seen such sight. Scars stain smooth skin
Saving it for sober stomachs,
And swearing to something for I seek to be Sensuous.
Stunning.
Strong.
Scarlet eyes from sobbing too much.
Too much for splurging on Saturday,
And Sunday...
Oh sundaes.
I could go for sweet.
Yeah,
Sweet.
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