Tangled heart
and a rhetorical notion
Plasma shore and a blood red sun my potion
Steel doors and an oppositional mirror
Head and limbs; a broken bow that quivers...

Where is my soul for I've lost my aim?
A tightened core; a melody restrained,
Thousands of betrayers who came to see
Their saddened faces that half smiled like me.

Ah, and my petals they rotated over and over
Writhing in the distance to the notes that remained
Half clothed in red velvet, and slightly insane
Half smiling in delight amidst the dissipating rain...

And rage violently played my drums
Stood around me and metaphorically hummed
Sadness sat with heads thrown back and they strummed
To the inconsolable soul I've become.

Restless tangled heart
With a rhetorical notion
Did you sink in a plasma shore
And drink your blood red sun; a poisonous potion? ...
Wilted red flower open your steel doors
Find your petals that still remain
Half clothed in red velvet...
And slightly insane.

Mimi Mata

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