Maren Louise

Escape, Transformation, Renewal,
These are the gifts your friendship brings,
And what is life without these things?
Stenching, stagnant, like a rotting carcass,
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Pain as deep as a cavern,
Torrid, blistering, burn,
Bleak, withered, blight,
Pounding heart in flight,
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Just dreams and fantasies
All tied up in heart strings,
Silken golden strings
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Pain, pain, pain
The baby is in pain
That’s how the baby came
From a womb full of drugs
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I think the Spanish moss became entangled in my gray matter,
taking me to a land of the dead, but not gone,
neither here, nor there,
floating somewhere betwixt this world and the next,
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My crimson gift,
rich blood,
through my veins,
once flowing,
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Hidden, buried away,
Afraid it will break loose one day,
It cries and screams, “Free me! , Feed me! ”
Rattling and shaking inside of me,
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