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Signal Fires Burn My Wrists
Contributed by
Suz
on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 08:08:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I think that
a mist made of blood droplets, spewed
from an ever-beating heart
would be neat.
Like water vaper rolling around taught skin in the shower
except red
Red for pain
red for anger
red for desire
red for the burned
red for help
Signal fires burn black craters in my wrists.
They,
they spray blood vaper
I am in a cloud of blood, so when I walk, I break the floating bubbles
and I am dappled with speckles.
I am painted red with a salty spray erupting from my hollowed wrists.
The moisture is so refreshing.
It relieves all this heat.
Copyright ©
Suz
... [
2004-06-03 20:08:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Signal Fires Burn My Wrists
(User Rating: 1 ) by SeanMcHaney on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 08:20:44 PM AEST (User
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good poem! |
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