Jen Juice

reveling in the future
back-dated and herring mucus
penetrates the view of you
when I think – of you
and sink
which, you are…blink by blink
so heart-wrenching to watch someone
die before your eyes;
there is no logic behind
the vanity and the pangs

the views and the lies
when you see the proud
and the oblong of
you and the (un)strong and the eye
withering limb by limb.
you – a so, very sad and dying song….

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