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Streams of Lack of Consciousness

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By Khalida ParveenPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Streams of Lack of Consciousness
Photo by José Martín Ramírez Carrasco on Unsplash

Streams of lack of consciousness. 1

movement

nodular presence

feel me

kill me

bury me with your conscience

Evil spirits gather for me

Poor me

severely off balance.

Jesus if i ever cross this line keep me caged like your kin did

filthy gluttony even though twig skinny.

I'm far from human,but hiding like one though

Crash course

damaged Amens,my praise lost inside those dimmed eyes

smiles quantized.

Kisses practiced.

touches lack true movement,robotic.

ailments gathered.

Speak for yourself she speaks only when spoken to

jostled

her face emotes like a crowded moshpit.

Can i look and feel.along with the others.

surreal poetry

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    Written by Khalida Parveen