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i fear long a certain caged-up growl fingers left of the heartbeat of another struggle to confirm their own circulation... self-preservation, yes, much to my upset I must face the ripping theft and rough lips of God uncontrolled but perfectly placed, face God and the skin that scrubs me clean with long seconds. days and hours, never forgotten, once seen. When I face others, I find it a waste to not see the prettiest parts of them. Whites of their eyes, cheeks bruised up with rising blood fingertips turned purple, then white interior parts. expanding pupils that splinter outwards and fray to black tears in the mouth - or is that? opalescent sweat glands, red around the mouth wet-washed skin, spit-stained lips, broken colours, once seen, forever reflected in shadows of others. Back to hands I know well and a body that demands tear me again from this heavy earth and bite the air from my mouth. Force a betrayal teach me how to come break my skin and eat my mind remind me I'm alive.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
evening intimacy scheduled / skin shedding
i fear long a certain caged-up growl fingers left of the heartbeat of another struggle to confirm their own circulation... self-preservation, yes, much to my upset I must face the ripping theft and rough lips of God uncontrolled but perfectly placed, face God and the skin that scrubs me clean with long seconds. days and hours, never forgotten, once seen. When I face others, I find it a waste to not see the prettiest parts of them. Whites of their eyes, cheeks bruised up with rising blood fingertips turned purple, then white interior parts. expanding pupils that splinter outwards and fray to black tears in the mouth - or is that? opalescent sweat glands, red around the mouth wet-washed skin, spit-stained lips, broken colours, once seen, forever reflected in shadows of others. Back to hands I know well and a body that demands tear me again from this heavy earth and bite the air from my mouth. Force a betrayal teach me how to come break my skin and eat my mind remind me I'm alive.
Rosel
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
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