That silent scream,
before the world tumbles,
saturated with tears that won't escape,
& the howling voice inside of me,
(too afraid of speaking for those who might be listening in)
Come quick and bury my body,
burn the vault of my seduction;
clear all signs of vacancy, and bar--
It is black and empty in this room,
suffocating and forlorn; I can see my breath,
shallow wisps of ghastly dreams,
and I have shuttered in, withdrawn,
It is here I watch myself from,
a secret cell.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease 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...
