Johnson, Angela

English

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Angela Johnson Cradle the warmth of desire to you for it dissipates like smoley whispers. Grapple with singularity and strength. Turn away from it or be consumed slowly. There has been a tickle in my throat for what seems like a century. And I cannot swallow it away, much like I cannot destroy the torment of the way melancholy rests in my bosom. If I were to dig it out I would lose pieces of a hardened soul nervous with permanence Deflecting the way skin reacts to breath. But never really knowing the difference between sickness and the plagues of regret. Murmur to me how sad a girl I am. And I will eat it up lilce the flesh of vanity. I will ache with the fullness of vocabulary, licking the resonance of disturbed hilarity. Heavy with the stones of boundaries. I ache to lay my cheek upon them. If only they were not so strong I would not bleed with the beatings from a disrupted psyche I do not ask the questions that burn on my tongue. Yet they reveal themselves in eyes carefully watching. Grace my teeth with the reflections of a fractured mirror, 100 Taboma West Crunchy textured like so many broken promises. I wait for the consumption of a riddle, lost in a maze of wonderment and malevolence. Taboma IJf'est 101 

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

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