His skull
like the ivory of a shattered tusk
smooth
hard
the still-moist dull gleam of cream
lining the torn-apart flesh
Clean
Look inside the head
its void
the most inner part exposed
The white of the bone
Free from the marrow of the chaos
the thoughts inside contained
Clean
The hollow warmth of its hue
You won't see
where the bullet burst
through the top of his head
like a boiled potato
lying in its skin
gashed across
and squeezed on all sides
If you look at the white of the bone
Closer, closer
Just look at the white of the bone
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
His skull
like the ivory of a shattered tusk
smooth
hard
the still-moist dull gleam of cream
lining the torn-apart flesh
Clean
Look inside the head
its void
the most inner part exposed
The white of the bone
Free from the marrow of the chaos
the thoughts inside contained
Clean
The hollow warmth of its hue
You won't see
where the bullet burst
through the top of his head
like a boiled potato
lying in its skin
gashed across
and squeezed on all sides
If you look at the white of the bone
Closer, closer
Just look at the white of the bone
29/11/2015
