Wednesday 7/24/2013 11:47:00 PM

she wears them. in torn gowns and poisoned medicines. stubborn ghosts. tapping on the glass. simple murders.

she undresses. drowning in the moment. the last god choked on hard candy.

the primer. the defeatist religion. of science and skin. the blood pools. the scar tissue argues. with the end of the world.

the darkness sings. the geometry betrays. poor calculations. and mispent fairy tales. manipulate the ink.

she tries them on. a series of hollow skins. a tremble of stiffening bones. struggle to heal as they swallow the bullets.

the skeleton dances. an absent charity of when. gravity digs. every moment has its treason. but the fall is hers alone.

it's always the end of the world.

0 comments:


| Alcoholic Poet Home |
Copyright 2005-2016. All Rights Reserved.