Thursday, October 1, 2009

Injustice, to expose them only

to the sun;

let them be washed in quicksilver,

their scars be softened...

None see the scars to be,

slits and gashes you pull apart


tearing my tender flesh...

your lies penetrate less deeply

newly healed tissues,

stronger in resistance...

your dulled tongue,

your same ol' song

lulls our love into the hands

of the sandman...

I fought him for us

with all I had...

deaf to my cries,

drowned out by his laughter

you mistook for praise.

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