Wednesday 7/10/2013 12:11:00 AM

flesh origami.

these broken toys still play with me. a corruption of colors. an assault of skin. the appeal of the edge is in the possibility of falling.

hard corners trace the arithmetic. barren soldiers leave behind. the obvious cages  selling disposable freeedoms.

the needle. thoughtlesss metal. biting the knots. the thread just long enough. to satisfy the noose. this tentative poison. wounding, but impotent.

the body's vacant epiphany. a brilliant storm of touch. the sweet surrender of numbers. invades her. a brilliant catastrophy of when. pretending to know her. a soft bucket of skin. eager to dig. in the surrounding mud.

hungry dogs. flaunt their bark. torn cocoons. still whisper of paper wings.

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