May 18, 08
Chalked red spotted burns,
A leprosy contagious sin,
Cigarette burn hardens skin,
And candles down throats,
Choke.
Enticing open scarred necks.
Mercy abolished by the voice,
Slaver twisted in his love tales,
Heart beat against heart beat,
Unevenly pressed against chests,
Delicately,
Slivered by raking nails against back.
He didn’t penetrate, he made love,
She didn’t scream, but moaned,
She was beautiful in anything,
Cloaked in her purple risen shell,
Bruised,
Like too much make-up around eyes.
Still Seeing
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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