By Marshall R. M. Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2015 Oct 15
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Baby Child

Love is something
that will always be
out of my reach;
my demons
are vines
and they grow
inexorably.

Hell
is the absence
of
Beauty.

Hell is the absence of
you.

I go down,
I go
to explode,
baby horror.

Child terror
of mucous dripping miracle,
hail grace
and stay quiet
while we search
for
the quintessence
of faith
and laugh
as it falls,
baby,
I'm all thumbs
today.

Find a reason to laugh
in all of this,
'cause this is how it's gonna be,
baby.