Pale and morbid

Don't talk too much.
I will not scribbling down
the words of hate that you
whisper in my ears.

Don't look at me.
Your blue eyes pierce's
my pale and skinny body.

Beware of the
red stains on my body.
That you all made.

Poetry by Calle
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Written on 2005-10-31 at 18:11

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I love this poem...especially the first shows a part larger than the person that is doing this to you...

John Ashleigh
Powerful, yet self-enflicting.

I don't really know how I am feeling about this poem....Only I enjoyed reading it, without a smile....