Steel Abortion
The ink fades
On my paper wrists.
You are someone else,
Engimatic, beautiful---
The genocide of seraphim
Is all I hear, as I
Drift to sleep;
I want to,
But I haven't slept for years
It seems.
Have I forgotten how to feel?
She screams,
He coils me around his finger,
She loves me,
He breaks me.
And the pounding, constant pounding
That isn't there
Until I least expect it,
Isn't really there
Except here,
In my head.
Rescue me from these waking dreams
I experience
Drop by drop...
The rain softly lashes the window of my soul,
The sun burns in my eyes
Like ash.
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