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Revelation 23

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Revelation 23 poem by Mick Tomlinson Difficult to go back and retrace the hurt that lead me here, though I try, through toxic inhales and half a breath, I try. And the monster that escapes my mouth in the form of regressed anger pretends to be an exhale, one after another, moment after aching moment. My belly leads me through life, meals perfectly suited to go down and take no pleasure in the fat parts of my body. I find comfort in the taste of excess, and in the rich delight of dessert in golden inches that finds its way inside me every time. But that's not it, this isn't where it begins and ends.. oh no, there is so much more. You didn't just loosen my spirit, you devoured it whole, like a snake swallowing its neighbor. And I am now swelling inside you just as you were once in me, a bulbous cancerous turning you to tears, I hope. When trying to comprehend, I think about the sun exploding: a supernova jacking the space around it, unexpectedly fuckin

Rebuttal

Suddenly I feel like writing again. Maybe it's the change in the weather, or maybe it's the clout of depression that has finally lifted, or maybe it's the fact that I have managed to offend a reader with something I wrote months ago. It's interesting actually, the certain lines that people draw in the dirt that they're unwilling to cross. What sets you off? Is it racism? Abortion? Politics? Drugs? Animal abuse? Molestation? Religion? The list goes on & on and people will find themselves offended by one thing and not another, I get it. We're all humans, but different in many ways. What I don't get is the George W. Bushian attitude that some people adopt with certain topics that places them into this mindset: "If you're against the war, then you are with the terrorists". Um, no. That's not how I see it at all. In an earlier post I made a joke at KFC's expense. They had placed a framed picture of two black kids holding a bucket of ch