Satin Unrepair
For farewell is dead.
pierce the shell, of it unsaid.
never can she open, bloom—
it'll lead to despair, such dread.
a vacant eclipse of life,
where once a vision soars
—scarlet tears marked the eye.
a stirring of forbidden desire.
"must this be all?!" cried he.
one stitch is one lie.
a crooked grin of a fallen she.
where once a beauty was her life—
in cracked edges, she'll succumb,die.
skin to skin, needle of repair!
"must i be in despair?" groaned he.
where once a body created
in natural, all embroidered in
the void of dull— he created, she, with his precision, the foundation
of fabrication, is her essence.
In tattered skin, broken: soulless still.
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LAWLESS
PoetrySeduction, Malice, Insanity- a collection of not giving a damn: LAWLESS. ©W.R. Harker
