deepundergroundpoetry.com
Indirect Martyr
I am at absolute zero
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 1
comments 0
reads 757
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.