Fragile Boy of Unsung Death
Knuckles bruised
against the touch of drought,
lips sealed with powder.
Fingers broken,
eyes an eerie substance,
your skin numb from haughty years.
Body twisted,
teeth pulled out,
cut open to save a thought.
Rapid strokes of
insipid love,
catclaws that push into your flesh.
The song is sung,
the words undone,
your voice has died with you.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2006-03-14 at 21:31
Tags Death Love
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