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cunting time

 
your sadness peaked--
opium poppies in the darkness
 
I fell off the bed with dreams of you
a spike in my arm was little relief
for the pounding in my skull
 
I ache at midnight forgetting your name
you kiss my sin and I remember what I'm trying to forget
it's the beauty of your brokenness that haunts me  
 
each scar a testimony  
one of truth inside the pain
your pain is beautiful  
 
corsetted hurt tightly bound lest it escapes
you keep each complaint inside
for fear if it did escape  
your world would fall apart
 
tumbling down a hole of regret
a lifetime of prayers wouldn't save  
still, you say your Hail Mary's superstitiously  
to keep out the ghosts who haunt you in your frailty
and scream out your name  
 
it's in your cunting time you are able to forget
the knives that carve you
and the hand that breaks you beautifully...sin
 
 
 
 
crimsin
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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