I wouldn't have opened my life to you,
If I had thought you would not; let go,
of these fading felicitous fragments of a soul,
snapshots, layered pieces burying the truth,
Where is the severed head?
Where has the hide been hid?
And the meat, all rot, disease and decay.
Only these picture-perfect bones,
Remains.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
