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Erin M Petersen May 2012
The nimble fingers make quick work
Of the stitches holding together
His broken body
As they snip and tare at the crimson thread
That has become his stronghold
Against the crushing strength
Of a world that will never let up on its daily torment
To see that it has already
Created cracks in his skin
Too deep to ever cover over with
The sweet paint of so few
Loving words spared
By the harshly masked faces that surround him
Erin M Petersen May 2012
The stars are painted in the deep blue
Of the oceans never still night
Giving birth to the dreams of a child
Full of to many sharply edged secrets
The unspoken words rip and tear at her marble white flesh
Trying desperately to scratch their way through into the light of day
The pain they cause so damaging
All she wants to do is find the part of her
That houses the undeclared mysteries
Of the crisscross life she's been living
Claw at the lock of made up of flesh and muscle and bone
Let those raw words rush out of her chapped lips
And paint the starry night with her blood
Erin M Petersen May 2012
Her pale lips
So perfect in there stillness
Painted over with a thin coat
Of shimming scarlet red

Her once flushed cheeks
Now dusted over
With the harshness of artificial
Rosiness and splendor

For she now lives
In a world of eternal
Slumber
At peace in the hellish
Chaos of this world
In her cocoon of
Velveteen cushions

Nobody must look at her
To know the beauty
That she holds
In the innocents
Of her features

She was the only
Person in this
Excuse for paradise
That knew you
For the imperfections
That made you who you are

You loved her
With your entire being

You loved her
And now…

…she is gone.
Erin M Petersen May 2012
I want to scream
to fill the silence
of this decaying world
to stop this endless suspension
over the edge of the abyss
I want to end this indication

should i let go and fall

should I stumble and scramble
back onto the crumbling edge
hide in the crevice humanity has created

in this **sparkling universe
Erin M Petersen May 2012
a sea that crashes
covering her over with
the sweet peace of death
Erin M Petersen May 2012
a dogs head in sight
the smell of burning coffee
waking up alone
Erin M Petersen May 2012
my fortissimo
overwhelming noise
screaming in silences
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