Your face, the moon
not unlike craters,
the mark
the scar
the fierce reminder
that there was impact
and after the fact,
a surge of dust
that left me. Clean and free,
feeling better, like I could survive
another meteor shot to **** my heart’s desire.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:28 PM UTC
Your face, the moon
not unlike craters,
the mark
the scar
the fierce reminder
that there was impact
and after the fact,
a surge of dust
that left me. Clean and free,
feeling better, like I could survive
another meteor shot to **** my heart’s desire.
Yeah, it's esoteric, but I posted it because the word flow is still fun... read it out loud and with attitude! ;-)
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