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Jack Harkins Jr Nov 2017
Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again

But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep

My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time

I am the Gale.
Jack Harkins Jr Nov 2017
Let me squeeze your throat.
Feel the life within you
Squirm as my eyes pierce
Your thinly worn veil.
Your malleable body gaoled
To my hands, your mind rehearsed.
Even in the loudest room,
I'll make you sing.
Jack Harkins Jr Nov 2017
Let me lift
If even for a fraction of
The time fall
Spine wall
Marrow traveling in septum
Stretched along in spectrum
Existing within
The confines of flesh
Better yet,
What if I could help?
Clenched poundings
Always sounding
Stop when svelte
Lies you by side
Incises your guise
If eyes alone could be felt
What if I could help?
Better yet,
You.
Jack Harkins Jr Nov 2017
I feel empty,
So I filled myself with lard.
Maybe now you'll dent me,
Manipulate my shards.

Coax me into being
Something you could love.
Doves are spilling, woven
Twillings, cataracts above.

Seeing is harder with you,
Especially from this shelf.
Why bite the hand that feeds you,
When you insist to feed yourself?

Do you feel empty too?

— The End —