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You deny my place here,
disregard feelings like statues smashed into cement
I am trying to capture the essence of your being inside this poem,
keep you locked here,
unreal,
picked apart if I want you to be,
murdered when I pull the letters apart for the pleasure of watching your torture.
Is this a lover's quarrel or the beginning of the end for all hope?

Such drama lays inside the pages of this page,
these letters that create meaning beyond pronunciation and basic rules of grammar
All filled
top to bottom with stories,
living breathing dying
for the stories letting them take over and become reality,
always need the drama in reality for the poetry.

to make it hurt less.
to make you unreal.
to never let you exist beyond these pages
and these words and I pull apart and burn alive.
I watch their torture
I watch their desperation
and I laugh and walk away
you are no longer human.