silhouetted sin

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the many words spoken with foreign tongues 
they blind thine eyes 
poisonous tendrils 
shot out from behind stained teeth 
stinging the flesh of its victim 
never quite sure of the damage caused 
--
bruises left by fists 
beating into cushion like skin
what is wished to be bone 
black & blue pigments 
not noticed 
for they are softened by 
neutral skin tones 
smeared on top
--
intoxication rushing through veins of blue 
hoping to shut out the words burned into our:

skin
eyes
brains

by beings other than ourselves
but feelings intensify
judgement now clouded
the jigsaw puzzle fits together
pieces have been bashed
into place
mashed together with a hammer

now it is "good enough" 

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