my nails scratch the surface of the sun
digging to find a nest within
somewhere to hide from
the biting breeze that my lips kiss
until they are frozen blue
but i can’t tell whether
that chill is emanating from the clouds
or from me
so i peel myself back
remove all my layers
searching for the raw
the undefined, the genuine
me beneath my own skin
in order to attempt to grasp
the colors of my breath
the incalescence of my words
the petals in my bloodstream
and my need to
tear at the seams of everything
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 11:56 AM UTC
my nails scratch the surface of the sun
digging to find a nest within
somewhere to hide from
the biting breeze that my lips kiss
until they are frozen blue
but i can’t tell whether
that chill is emanating from the clouds
or from me
so i peel myself back
remove all my layers
searching for the raw
the undefined, the genuine
me beneath my own skin
in order to attempt to grasp
the colors of my breath
the incalescence of my words
the petals in my bloodstream
and my need to
tear at the seams of everything
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