Professor Oak and The Ox King B***h Slap

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

Blue
Black
Red
Hue
Eyes
Wide
Shut
Die
Why?
Life
Sleep
Pain
Sex
Death
Lust
Vanity
Grass
Cold
Blood
Warm
Throat numb
Mind dumb
Nails cut
Mouth shut
Wounds sewn

Rotten roots from rich soil
As my guts boil
In a pot of mutiny

My lungs filed with salt from a
broken glass heart

The wounds fill my nerves
the more I observe the treachery beneath
This so call life

Drowning in the depths
They f*****g call life