A Language

I found a language
Only spoken by me

Words describing the
Truth of what I see

The sleeping
The weeping

Must everything have
Definition in this
Two dimensional
“I have a question
Need an answer
About the hereafter
And what might not be?”

No satisfaction
In the possibility
Of being

They sell
Tears in bottles
Quiet in caves
Satiation for the
Impotent pain

I speak of me
The anxiety
The way I
Breathe through each
Rhythmic memory
Floating inside
The digital veil

I speak

Authenticity
Vulnerability

This is
The language of me

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About Vennie Kocsishttps://venniekocsis.wordpress.comI am the author of "Cult Child", a memoir detailing my abusive childhood growing up in Sam Fife's Move of God cult. I am a poet, artist, advocate and pedophile hunter. If you understand these words, you understand my experience. MILAB EMPATH HYBRID HAARP POKERFLATS

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