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When the wind blows
Contributed by
feathercut
on
Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 10:50:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Sometimes i come back to this room, throw you naked, frightened into the light, and indulge in your ashes.
chain letter to letter
hold you in lines
" for better or for worse"
bitter, helpless lines to bring my self abused body
solace.....
your soull frail and white
shakes in horor as i carve
your rememberance
"blyss"
Mr.wheelchair man
has found a new friend
to ***** him even though
his legs are dead
And he hums with his teeth
while he begs for relief
Or sits reprimanded... tears pull hard and he closes his eyelids hard,
but they seep
and are soaked in his clothes
He remembers rain.
the ash washed into puddles of city streets,
marred in footprints of strangers....
and how the city never sleeps....
He pulls his sleeves over his wrists with his teeth
" Its nothing at all " he says
"you take your pills,
and head off to sleep,
and i will make my bed....."
Theres one candle burning in the freeze of my hollow room
I can curl my body around its warmth
or grip the flame
either way
ill be burnt soon
But when the wind will blows.....
Copyright ©
feathercut
... [
2005-06-28 22:50:32] (Date/Time posted on
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