I am crashing on the plane we know
but more than love. When truth outside honesty
scorches our skin and scars them
hiding tattoos on the inside. Rings of
hearts and haloes, wings of silver lined. Devils
are toed and grinning deeply.
Rain and acid flecks, they choose whom
are beyond this clasping granular grasp, and I like
this pain which is scratching wounds into my
soul. I know
that is broken to be whole
when I pierce with my tongue holy knowledge.
© 20th April 2013
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
I am crashing on the plane we know
but more than love. When truth outside honesty
scorches our skin and scars them
hiding tattoos on the inside. Rings of
hearts and haloes, wings of silver lined. Devils
are toed and grinning deeply.
Rain and acid flecks, they choose whom
are beyond this clasping granular grasp, and I like
this pain which is scratching wounds into my
soul. I know
that is broken to be whole
when I pierce with my tongue holy knowledge.
© 20th April 2013
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