I can hear my soul
kicking its feet inside my body
trying to get out. I can hear it
trying to boot my body into its deathbed:
Death lies waiting within the soft harp
of sleep. My soul is thrashing my ribs
twisting my spine, milking my ****
to a shrunken wrinkled prune-like mummy.
There is death crawling under our skin, death
in the broken heart of love, death in Mother Mary’s lie.
I can feel my soul slamming against my lungs
trying to puncture holes in them. I can
feel its pointed teeth eating its way out
of my *** I hear it inside of me
laughing at God’s sick jokes, licking my heart
dry and clawing at my eyes.
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From my second book: 'The Second Coming'
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2012
all rights reserved
http://www.amazon.com/The-Second-Coming-Dah/dp/0982874715
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I can hear my soul
kicking its feet inside my body
trying to get out. I can hear it
trying to boot my body into its deathbed:
Death lies waiting within the soft harp
of sleep. My soul is thrashing my ribs
twisting my spine, milking my ****
to a shrunken wrinkled prune-like mummy.
There is death crawling under our skin, death
in the broken heart of love, death in Mother Mary’s lie.
I can feel my soul slamming against my lungs
trying to puncture holes in them. I can
feel its pointed teeth eating its way out
of my *** I hear it inside of me
laughing at God’s sick jokes, licking my heart
dry and clawing at my eyes.
—————————————————————————
From my second book: 'The Second Coming'
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2012
all rights reserved
http://www.amazon.com/The-Second-Coming-Dah/dp/0982874715
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