no eyes could kill me like stones
in cheetahs so destitute. a miracle furnace, a blood blue parachute, so many
purple skies, sure bleeding, unsteady. to scream at self to fall into mirrors
so heartbroken so selfish while I adore like winning. certain cloth certain
collar-grain so black in his defenses. much agony a child choked or deranged
with pedophiles in each room. at a basement more in mentality so sawed up so
axed in consciousness. a market for flesh so redeemed where one never knew by
pain she lived.
I see your face I listen to your
silence I was at terror to caress your eyes. made sexy like fury like angst
like deterioration. by beach to see body by flesh to fret honor by soul to remove
my mind. sure into flavor so cherry so sweet, if dying was popular. a
magnificent woman, a caged, remaining, enslaved woman. a man wants to rescue,
as something in rain, while she might love her prison. so suffused so
rebalanced so many scars on one brain.
too refused so devastated while it
will soon be a memory. so affected like hating images as torn apart and running.
too much to pretend. it believes as
it needs. so much dishonesty in us.
a captured flame inclined to fly wild
ass beautiful cries. to die often to adore more a soul needing bodily anxieties
– those filmy eyes those curvatures a soul might need to fight. all day pangs
like giving birth to come so close we disappear.
