surprise surprise surprise
once again we tear out our eyes
so sick of looking at our folded skin.
so hungry
(but that’s so much sin)
oh, and lies and lies and lies
once again we are sick and shy
breaking bones struck with pins.
went so close to purple,
we sucked it right in
(we were so self-deceptive,
made up organs of tin,
made altars full of candles)
thin & thin & thin
YOU ARE READING
Afflatus
PoetryYou are my divine poetic inspiration. To breathe, to blow air through my lips. flāre afflāre afflātus. You are my divine afflatus. *- This is my third collection of poetry. The other two are Parts of Me and Butterfly Ripples. Please be kind enough n...
