Words that once twisted
on my tongue like dancers
now stick, like sugar, to my lips
sweet honey locks that trap
the fire that eats me from
the inside - a body,
a cage, that echoes
birdless in the night
as I sit smoking out
the nightmares that wait,
like patent lovers, for me
to join them
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
Words that once twisted
on my tongue like dancers
now stick, like sugar, to my lips
sweet honey locks that trap
the fire that eats me from
the inside - a body,
a cage, that echoes
birdless in the night
as I sit smoking out
the nightmares that wait,
like patent lovers, for me
to join them
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