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letter burning
the door pulls shut and I am sealed
left to the vacuum of my dreams
no pillow for suffocating echoes
their ghosts rattle poison through the seams
would have been could have been should have been
where the glass lay shattered slowly bleeding
reels looped in cruel teeth gnashing nip my heels
"baby" it said
"when we make love" it said
violates my flesh and I am still...
I have singed it all a thousand times while sleeping
and stitched together ashes in my sin
to have the flames for pleasure licking hatred
just to feel and scorch it all again
you are smoke
green skies streaming smear the cinders
leak their rivers screaming as I curl
into paper only paper it's just paper
and you can't smell the charring as I burn
I am smoke
for all the blackness of my fingers
that only years long scars aren't blind to see
I sketch you whole again in smiling charcoal poems
on the floating fragments left of me
and we are smoke only smoke how I love you through the smoke
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left to the vacuum of my dreams
no pillow for suffocating echoes
their ghosts rattle poison through the seams
would have been could have been should have been
where the glass lay shattered slowly bleeding
reels looped in cruel teeth gnashing nip my heels
"baby" it said
"when we make love" it said
violates my flesh and I am still...
I have singed it all a thousand times while sleeping
and stitched together ashes in my sin
to have the flames for pleasure licking hatred
just to feel and scorch it all again
you are smoke
green skies streaming smear the cinders
leak their rivers screaming as I curl
into paper only paper it's just paper
and you can't smell the charring as I burn
I am smoke
for all the blackness of my fingers
that only years long scars aren't blind to see
I sketch you whole again in smiling charcoal poems
on the floating fragments left of me
and we are smoke only smoke how I love you through the smoke
H[/font]
Published 4th Mar 2010
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4th Mar 2010 9:30pm
....but it's not over. Surreal touches make this special, love those hints of desperation.
5th Mar 2010 1:13am
Humble thanks, Abra.It's certainly not over. A wonder, but it isn't. Appreciate your glances.
Heather
Heather
29th Apr 2010 4:11pm
"for all the blackness of my fingers
that only years long scars aren't blind to see
I sketch you whole again in smiling charcoal poems
on the floating fragments left of me"
Fuck you. This is good. That is all.
that only years long scars aren't blind to see
I sketch you whole again in smiling charcoal poems
on the floating fragments left of me"
Fuck you. This is good. That is all.
6th May 2010 1:10am
I think that was the finest comment I've ever gotten ;P Spank you very much.
H
H
23rd Nov 2010 6:15pm
Oh how I love this poem...."and we are smoke only smoke how I love you through the smoke"-this line made the hair on my arms stand up. Nice work indeed.
