Blade against the skin,
This is not enough.
Skin cut open,
'Where is the fun for us?'
Blade in the flesh,
I hope this is enough.
The joke is here,
'Still not hilarious.'
Dress me with gasoline,
Watch me struggle behind.
Please turn a blind eye,
To the burning someone no longer in your sight.
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Fall and Fall
PoetryPoetry inspired by the changing seasons, mostly Autumn, and the bittersweetness in life.
