tears on a tongue,
dried, graveled peppers scorched
her skin. it's damaging
to think the ground possesses the
fury of a pagan god.
it's an intensity, unmatched;
a handshake, five fingers.
she makes me want to hurt myself again.
my sanity lies on the edge;
the circumcised periphery,
make me whole.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
tears on a tongue,
dried, graveled peppers scorched
her skin. it's damaging
to think the ground possesses the
fury of a pagan god.
it's an intensity, unmatched;
a handshake, five fingers.
she makes me want to hurt myself again.
my sanity lies on the edge;
the circumcised periphery,
make me whole.
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