It's been years since my skin was flood ravished
with red rust river, flowing through my body like God's tears.
I savored the taste of it all; they were my
only pills after all.
lengthwise slices dried up and connect
like constellations in space making paths I never knew existed.
(and they were patches with many hues
that I love seeing every day.)
blanket of violet night sky covered me
(like never ending net to grab and hold me.)
And tonight violent water drizzles over my limped body;
incoherent shards slides over—kissing
my tattered paper skin—once again.
—Red river flows in the drain
along with everything.
*this red fencing is the only remedy
—a surgery I always need.*
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
It's been years since my skin was flood ravished
with red rust river, flowing through my body like God's tears.
I savored the taste of it all; they were my
only pills after all.
lengthwise slices dried up and connect
like constellations in space making paths I never knew existed.
(and they were patches with many hues
that I love seeing every day.)
blanket of violet night sky covered me
(like never ending net to grab and hold me.)
And tonight violent water drizzles over my limped body;
incoherent shards slides over—kissing
my tattered paper skin—once again.
—Red river flows in the drain
along with everything.
*this red fencing is the only remedy
—a surgery I always need.*
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