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Take a viscid bite of a peach sunrise Lavish in the vapors of pine tree perfume Coddle the petals of the dogwood blooms And float on gossamer clouds These were the whispers of daydreams Spoken amidst the sprinkles of the fairy dust of a Georgia day Only reprieve for a girl living with Philistines In a succubus that didn’t dissipate when she awoke There was no quiescence for her at night So she languished with her eyes open during the day Charming manifestations of pixies Arrayed with visage of piety Intoxicated themselves with her chastity Feasted on the essence of her benevolence Sucked her soul up through their straws of lies These deacons of her freedom Made her acquiesce at their altar of fallacy Forced her to supplicate to a rapacious deity They clung to her ears and Vociferated their prattle over her daydreams They yanked at her lips and seized dominion over her tongue And compelled her to propagate testament to beliefs not her own They tethered her to an opus that bequeathed Nightmarish bestowal of white washed walls Painted with subtle accusations of her independent convictions The pixies plummeted into her ears and Sowed weeds in her mind of introspection That her own significance and dignity Were sins deserving of eternal purification in the Lake of Fire This is how the girl came to be incarcerated in her mind and Trapped in a labyrinth of barbwire regulations Teetered on the edge of the abyss of her arrogant trifles and She speculated how sweet the peach sunrise would taste Submerged in the flames of her rebellion? |
