The day welled up in me like a dead swollen body stiff from rigamortis, wading on garbage strewn waters. The sick feeling of having lost all sense of perspective, has knocked some sort of alter-existence into my blood, streaming forcefully around my psyche. Have I been in this state before? Yes, but not quite like this state, similar yet different, an arranged-kind-of-marriage existence, in which you feel powerless over your own body, mind and spirit. Marriage certificates branded like cattle-prodded calves stamped, burned and disregarded, set out to market for a cheap dollar and carcass. Life bled-out like a sack full of empty cockles. The muscles torn loose from their shells—vacuum sealed and ready for market.
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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The Artist From The Inside Out 
It sounded like a bad situation to go into.
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