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Sorry I've haven't written anything much lately.

You beautiful people

Have it so easy

With ropes to pull you up the ladder,

I am left with no hands

No limbs

Everything tied

Rocks hanging from my shoulders

I use my teeth

to bite down

to pull myself up

and arch my way

Makeup and shiny earrings

gluing rhinestones to my cheeks

while they ache to match your diamonds

Looking up I’m beginning to realize that

I’m never getting there.

Author's Note

feel free to say anything.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I am curious as to where "there" is. The beautiful people may not be as happy as they seem.