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Reality Pollution

My head is submerged
under a sticky substance
to pollute my reality

Electric is the word
That comes to mind
With relaxed mentality

This world is a paradox
That weighs like rock
Yet floats onwards
A balloon choking on helium

Legs jerk

I smirk
A twisted smile
And close my eyes

Suppress the high
Grab your thighs

Sigh

Purse these poisoned lips
And dare you to kiss me

Author notes

Pulled it out of my ass too.

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  • Jonbug gold member
    November 3

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    Pretty well done for "pulling it out of your ass." I like the picture you have painted. It is one we have all seen...one we have all played in. But we have never seen it through YOUR eyes.

    As to a title; may I suggest "Reality Pollution."