23 February 2012

untitled, because a title is required

 

coursing through my veins i feel the poison flow.

sour pain closed inside my lips,

carmine to ebony behind my eyes.

bring silence on a platter; silvered dome to blunt the noise.

cover me in black.  i curl into a shaking fist.

tightened bands around my slowing heart.

tiny glint of pointed light, soft, in gathered darkness.

bleed this poison out and let me live again.

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