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I sit and I stare
                         At the angel silently praying
                                                                          perched on a stack of books
Waiting.

The beliefs of others
                                  Do not rest in me
                                                                But this small angel sees
Into me.

She waits for me to realize
                                              Something
                                              Anything
                                           ...Nothing  
                                                                She waits like a gargoyle
for nothing.

That little angel
                           Keeps me thinking however
                                                                            about what she thinks exactly
I'll sit thinking forever
Because glass angels do not speak
Or so I thought
slowly devoured
by this love
by thoughts
of the choice that never was
digested fodder
discarded too fast
forever left
in your unremembered
past
bile bubbling
from my maw
i spit your pain
forcing the saw
across
my veins
i will
bite and claw
leave
you raw
i hope that hurts as much as i do
we carry scars
and marks
imperfections of pigment
warped bones
and fragmenting knees
we feel the weather
in our old injuries
if you play
you inevitably bleed
 Oct 2011 Alicia Strong
Elle C
Feel the fire down your neck
Your heart beating like a drum
Flashes of red as they fade to gray
                -the ashes sift away.

Don’t ask for comfort, here you get none
They’ll watch as the flames work through your body
Thundering your pounding lungs
               -desperate to get away.

The heat grows high; where do you go from here?
Encased in flames; you have no chance
No chance to feel the love
               -no chance to get away.

It’s ending so soon, you let you all go
Your soul to be picked over; because you don’t really care
You’ve fallen to low, to see yourself now
               -pick your feet up; fly away

And now it’s all over, as they watch you; laid bare
A pretty red dress, stained with your blood
Your body so broken, so fragile; unmarred
               -locked up tight you can’t get away

They’ll take you away, ashamed of the sight
You think of the sight that kept you alive
As you make your escape; your heart beating like a drum
               -as you run in the dead of night, run away

*Your funeral was held; the empty coffin, buried
As you nurse your wounds in sweet success
Thinking of that face that made you find strength
               - yout pain is taken away
Stained glass coffins
Crystalline mosquitoes
Death that masquerades
In silken flags and floras
Languorous beauties
Graffiti of red and violet light
Sirens kiss the bullets
As they scatter them
To burn holes in sepia dreams
Watercolor ghosts
Casting out wildflower candy
Attics that hide under
Strawberry dust and lemons
That melts into mildew
As they pass down the gullet
Layers of ashes in the belly
“But you told us to swallow!”
Masses of children howl
The pretty ghouls hiss back
“Cannot you tell a lie by now,
By the sweetness of its taste?”
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