*When is it enough?
Having lies echo through earcuff; Imagined mine skin being
tough, steel plate entirelymade, emergence beyond expletives wade...
only discovering own
bluff, inviting those to inch their way
up, a grisly close-up,
deceptively delightful fluff;once more sick of stars winking
stare, squeezing what's left of eye's
weep & flare,
watch last ofgrip, loosen as knuckles burn to tip,
an arduous flowing sip
-
touch comes cold,
indeed Ifold, nerves meticulously unraveled mind hold.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...