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2 poems| J.L. Harlow

When we need it the most.

VAGABOND CITY

Drifting Away
Numb, and I cannot use this hidden shade of blue,
Evening and the noise is everything but music,

Mother is screaming, and I do not live for the bible,
Mother is screaming, because I do not live for the bible,

She says that love wants to kill me, and slaughter me,
She says that it wants to stain its palms with my misery,
She says that it wants to mark and stain its sin all over me,

I am not hiding, this mask is drifting away.

Sister is screaming, You’ll never marry,
Sister is wrapping a chain around my throat,

She says that I must remain in a box, a trap,
She says to die inside her, and call her Mommy,
She says everything else wants to stain its sin all over me,

I am not hiding, this mask is drifting away.

They say one day I can…

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