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The Silence of Skin
This procession
Is a progression,
A way of ennui,
A famine of unexamined,
An unlisted
Listlessness,
Drifted
Into nothingness,
Absent of color,
Disturbed in drab,
A fire of smother,
A slab of scab:
All in comparison
To the secret of your
Skin,
The magic of your soul
As your skin is not skin at
All
But rather
A parchment of immortal,
Emanating as a fiery coal
Within a shroud cloud
Of inspiration
In
Silence said
Aloud.
Published 22nd Mar 2022
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Anonymous
22nd Mar 2022 10:50pm
This piece makes for an incredible collage of potent images...
The skin, being the biggest organ, has the square footage to multiple sensation... it's truly pliable yet extremely sensitive...
Intoxicating to touch, taste and sight.... Our deepest connections stem from it's ability to stimulate...
Inspiring and instinctual.
From the surrealistic description of being lost amidst famine to the abundance of all that the silent screaming of skin on skin can conjure...
Truly remarkable ink, Dear P.
🌹 - 💙
B
The skin, being the biggest organ, has the square footage to multiple sensation... it's truly pliable yet extremely sensitive...
Intoxicating to touch, taste and sight.... Our deepest connections stem from it's ability to stimulate...
Inspiring and instinctual.
From the surrealistic description of being lost amidst famine to the abundance of all that the silent screaming of skin on skin can conjure...
Truly remarkable ink, Dear P.
🌹 - 💙
B
23rd Mar 2022 5:12am
