blistering sunsets
burn my skin
I watch the ball of love
get further from me,
falling a w a y
It was always out of reach,
but I could feel it's warmth
as long as it was in sight,
but, no longer
It forms rivers from dry wells.
In it's absence,
it has them brimming,
now overflowing, down
channels of skinclay
wrinkles
they run deeper,
than the roots of
the tallest trees,
falling slower, than
the softest cries,
unheard
rocky river ways
froth from the mouth,
splashing and bubbling
in maniacal sadness -
silent white water rapids.
Tussled and unkempt,
shriveled livers beg for mercy,
hidden behind layers of rotting drywall
a rusty sledgehammer.
unused
rip me from the rafters,
frayed ropes laughing at death.
I am still breathing,
fiberglass and sawdust.
Insulate me.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
blistering sunsets
burn my skin
I watch the ball of love
get further from me,
falling a w a y
It was always out of reach,
but I could feel it's warmth
as long as it was in sight,
but, no longer
It forms rivers from dry wells.
In it's absence,
it has them brimming,
now overflowing, down
channels of skinclay
wrinkles
they run deeper,
than the roots of
the tallest trees,
falling slower, than
the softest cries,
unheard
rocky river ways
froth from the mouth,
splashing and bubbling
in maniacal sadness -
silent white water rapids.
Tussled and unkempt,
shriveled livers beg for mercy,
hidden behind layers of rotting drywall
a rusty sledgehammer.
unused
rip me from the rafters,
frayed ropes laughing at death.
I am still breathing,
fiberglass and sawdust.
Insulate me.
raw skin
learn, blister
callous, learn
tough skin
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