{"id":819,"date":"2017-09-27T14:44:19","date_gmt":"2017-09-27T19:44:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=819"},"modified":"2017-09-27T14:44:19","modified_gmt":"2017-09-27T19:44:19","slug":"life-in-reverse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/09\/27\/life-in-reverse\/","title":{"rendered":"life in reverse"},"content":{"rendered":"

Death<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

There will come a day my body is laid opened<\/p>\n

Drinking in harsh light in a barren room<\/p>\n

with fifteen others that have no name<\/p>\n

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Cut up and stripped to cold skin<\/p>\n

Against metal bedding<\/p>\n

Smelling of fruity Clorox, Stale coffee<\/p>\n

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Grey eyes once brown glued shut<\/p>\n

From fear of flying open<\/p>\n

To meet the crowd of black sobs<\/p>\n

with accusing screams<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mouth sewn shut<\/p>\n

No way to speak about the liars<\/p>\n

Pristine at the Oakwood podium<\/p>\n

Reading scripts with a knowledge of past<\/p>\n

readings<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While I rest in a box of plastic<\/p>\n

And thin cloth, wrapped tightly against the skin<\/p>\n

Up to the forehead<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Like a mummy, not getting to see<\/p>\n

Who would walk up next to the stage<\/p>\n

Old not forgotten\u00a0<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

I would see teens smoking their weight in weed<\/p>\n

flashing credit cards, parent owned<\/p>\n

playing adult, in drug stores<\/p>\n

laughing at the sky<\/p>\n

as if it has not been there for years<\/p>\n

tapping cigarette ash on gravestones<\/p>\n

marked with my name in bold<\/p>\n

Grown ups scream too<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Grownups scream too<\/p>\n

when the light wont turn green<\/p>\n

when the dogs pees on the new carpet<\/p>\n

when the bill is due<\/p>\n

when the work day wont hurry up<\/p>\n

when they realize they have no life<\/p>\n

grownups scream too<\/p>\n

I\u00a0should know<\/p>\n

I’m screaming now<\/p>\n

Teenage Angst or Sick Fascinations\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I was never one to dip into hysteria<\/p>\n

when the world went flat and grayed at the edges<\/p>\n

soaking my skin in despair<\/p>\n

like a new perfume that everyone was wearing<\/p>\n

in multiple coats<\/p>\n

to thick to smell the fear they hid<\/p>\n

is that why they filled their lungs with smoke<\/p>\n

and carved their skin with knives<\/p>\n

oh so pretty dripping from scarred skin<\/p>\n

tears fell in pools at their feet<\/p>\n

from strangers feeding off their sadness<\/p>\n

Teddy<\/i><\/b>\u00a0bears and gummy knives\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I was a princess at the age of 3<\/p>\n

but was dethroned at 4<\/p>\n

when a new princess knocked me off the throne<\/p>\n

so i threw a fit<\/p>\n

and got hit<\/p>\n

across the face for throwing knives in her crib<\/p>\n

as she slept at the foot of their bed<\/p>\n

What the hell is that!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

if i knew the pain<\/p>\n

i would feel<\/p>\n

i would have stayed<\/p>\n

in the womb<\/p>\n

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Death There will come a day my body is laid opened Drinking in harsh light in a barren room with fifteen others that have no name   Cut up and stripped to cold skin Against metal bedding Smelling of fruity Clorox, Stale coffee   Grey eyes once brown glued shut From fear of flying open … Continue reading “life in reverse”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=819"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":836,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819\/revisions\/836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=819"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=819"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=819"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}