S T O N E P O W D E R E D K N U C K L E S

 

I had a stone. Inside. Deeper then I should have.

Covered in tongues. Untouched powdered knuckles. 

You became hallow. Emptied something. Strongly insisted,

inwards motions. 

Then came the storm. 

They changed my intake dosage towards the downfall of chemical pirate.

I substitute. 

Look into windows and speak in tongues. Borrowed. My pain. 

Sustainable electric culture. 

Your frown painted in lipstick marks. Perhaps wished, was not mine. 

Melodramatic interlude. Paranoid exaggeration in syllables. 

I wish? I had a dream. One. Sustained. Focused. 

in me 3 to 5 = 1

my heart. 

loosing count of doors knocked and pages started. 

Many faces never one voice. I don’t feel like I do but then you don’t.

In me, there is a stone. Deeper then should have….

Serpentine and concessions. Looking glass and pupils dilated in the beginnings,

turns. Water fountains and fairytales changed

raw chunks of perforated veins. 

Hands behind my head, hand behind my head! Burning eyelids

...breath. 

Calculated minutes. Barriers and voids canceling each-other.

You can try on the nothing,

have a stone. Deeper then I had to.

In psychotic swirls of echo, screaming joints and broken tangents

licking censorship;

not too much, not too much. Exploding vocal cords,

compression, suction. Stitch!

Daylight brings the best in people, suffocating in polished petty. 

Who one is. 5 option with expiration dated.

Made all up, top that. Now that you know,

I had a stone. Inside. Deeper then I should have.

 

Good Night and God Bless,

Queen of Disorder,

Sonia Dietrich
www.soniadietrich.com

Me I Am Not

Lets reminisce, while I take the dagger out. Lets laugh
and remember… THEM! The glorious. Mighty. Superior. 

Lets reminisce. 

While I try and find the psychotic needle. Dug deep. Too little. Too close!

Could sing it to you. Rings became too loose. Big. Nails slip off, exposed meat. Too sensitive. Nothing comes, goes. Stays the same. Nothings changes. I am touched... 

While listening to the same show outside the window, fog finely climbs inside. Outside murmur.

Heart rate. Applause. Again. Again... AGAIN! Putting self though rollercoasters. Guard all - too settle. And so goes the hate. Me I Am Not!

Integrity. The holy hole one dares not to fall. But must. Step over self. Realize. Find. 23:23. I step. A stone have moved. No longer am I one. I am many. For concrete had melted. I can see. Nothing ever changed. Same man behind the glass. I am many. As Me I Am Not!

 

Inevitably. Fear chases horror. Fragile yet stronger. The cliché tells truth. Not life living. Living. I hope you do it strong, light and long. Live. Life.

Me I Am NOT!

Smell of latex natural feel. Pretence desperation in minor. Honesty. All day nothing, I ate your - chilly. Not waking up - not falling asleep.

Hand. Hands bend back. Backwards!

What a stupid thing to DO. Just a window in a window. Lit. Nothing more. Shadows of bodies… Synthetic sheets. Heat. Heart. White. Whore. Elite.

 

Just window in a window. Asinine. All of a sudden everybody had a manifesto. What a shame. All looked so promising.  Waiting for breakfast.

Someone is in/on the menu.

It seems insanity has a very silent leaping steps. It approaches in moments of absolute procrastination and orgasms. Want to be real. Can smell you on my hands. Hair. Cotton swirls float barely touching the sidewalk.  

 

Bourgeoisie discuses dying children. Black iron railing seems distant. Contrasted. Glued on. Stuck. Hallway carpet no longer resemble the original sea blue colour. Electricity that supports building alarm system glares and hums with gentle noise. I am almost fainting. 

There is nothing else to give.

 

Let's reminisce.

Let

Us

Reminisce 

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Remember!

Good night and god bless,

Queen of Disorder,

Sonia Dietrich

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