Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Blue hued hands against pale white thighs
Veins pulsing purple the will to survive

Resting softly in the trickling end
Absolution for undefined sin

Rising from this warm nook, a hollow cough
Echoing the depths of an empty loft

Forging a path through an open door
Knowing there should have been more

Memories fade with each tear wept
Strong knees weaken with every step

Surroundings spin and all goes black
Falling forward instead of back

Stiff arms reach to embrace the floor
That's twice today, no wonder I'm sore


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