I'm not sure where his eyes are
Perhaps in my left pocket
No?
Oh could have sworn I put them there.
Check my right.
A tongue?
Forgot I had that.
Why did I take his eyes?
Because he looked at me
His gaze undid every fiber of my being
Why did I take his tongue?
Because he spoke to me
In a vulgar manner, defiling my spirit
Without eyes to see,
Without a tongue to speak.
He'd forever walk the earth shamed
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Bandaids
PoetryThe art of distraction keeps me going. Here is a collection of poetry. Enjoy.
