Beneath the tough,
Fraying keratin
Atop my porcelain digits,
Is you.
Shrinking.
Forgetful.
Perfect.
When you,
The swollen flesh below my fingernails,
Breathe,
I feel the sting of Nitrogen,
Oxygen,
Argon,
Circulating about my
Vulnerable
Exposed
Tissue.
The sting is subtle.
The sting is beautiful.
I strip layer upon layer of tough,
Fraying keratin
Just to feel you respire.
With every advance into your territory,
You retreat.
Fortify the barrier.
We war until you are nothing but bare,
Tender tissue,
Bleeding brilliant red fear,
Surrounded by delicate,
Pale,
Porcelain,
Skin.
And it is all so beautiful.
The image.
The pain.
You.
I wonder if I am beneath the tough,
Fraying keratin,
Atop your porcelain digits.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
Beneath the tough,
Fraying keratin
Atop my porcelain digits,
Is you.
Shrinking.
Forgetful.
Perfect.
When you,
The swollen flesh below my fingernails,
Breathe,
I feel the sting of Nitrogen,
Oxygen,
Argon,
Circulating about my
Vulnerable
Exposed
Tissue.
The sting is subtle.
The sting is beautiful.
I strip layer upon layer of tough,
Fraying keratin
Just to feel you respire.
With every advance into your territory,
You retreat.
Fortify the barrier.
We war until you are nothing but bare,
Tender tissue,
Bleeding brilliant red fear,
Surrounded by delicate,
Pale,
Porcelain,
Skin.
And it is all so beautiful.
The image.
The pain.
You.
I wonder if I am beneath the tough,
Fraying keratin,
Atop your porcelain digits.
