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as without
the sun is a scarred lair
hidden in my skin.
the fire starts in the cold dead legs of winter.
veins full
sweet and drowning in blood
begging for letting
you and me find a way
through the winter
through betrayal
through family neck ties
tied tight around
my cold and soft
belly
your hand touched
the night we wouldn’t find morning
waking
feeling the crack in my eye
open
watching
your escape.
hidden in my skin.
the fire starts in the cold dead legs of winter.
veins full
sweet and drowning in blood
begging for letting
you and me find a way
through the winter
through betrayal
through family neck ties
tied tight around
my cold and soft
belly
your hand touched
the night we wouldn’t find morning
waking
feeling the crack in my eye
open
watching
your escape.
Published 27th Dec 2013
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I loved the layers to this ... It's very rhythmic and soothing in it's pace
through the winter
through betrayal
through family neck ties
tied tight around
my cold and soft
belly ...
my fav stanza
through the winter
through betrayal
through family neck ties
tied tight around
my cold and soft
belly ...
my fav stanza
27th Dec 2013 8:20pm
27th Dec 2013 9:02pm
Anonymous
27th Dec 2013 9:16pm
So deep and profound, yet subtle
28th Dec 2013 3:29am
love is many things, but it is most definately a target. those who have lost it hate to see it as a gift to others. those who have it are never really sure it will survive, & in fact may become the knife holder behind Ceaser's back...
30th Dec 2013 5:21pm
Anonymous
30th Dec 2013 9:17pm
Beautiful melancholy.
