leaf I came to
a dead flower
I was being tortured
by the hour
silver blades
slipped under my skin
peel back the beauty
to the plum-pink
throbbing pulp
I live within
a certain mess I made
the blood runs down the arm
totally astonishing at first
and then you feel responsible
for the whole world
1 comment:
Very filmic and more than a little scary.
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