because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

standing ankle-deep in broken promises,

i feel their fevered jags
slit the palmed flesh between my toes,
shrieks of mirrored staccato hitting a
frozen ground like
acid echoes across
the rain-abandoned parking lot
inside my chest; lysed
screams silting down on
smeared lashes, leaving silver-ashed
edges at the bottom of my jaw,
eviscerated hopes sliding off
my tongue and into the scrap
at my feet, silent and unearthly.

3 responses

  1. blogblivion

    I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. It reminds me a little of the work of the late Sylvia Plath.

    December 4, 2009 at 1:34 pm

    • wow. i could ask for no greater compliment. glad you liked it, and thanks for stopping by.


      December 5, 2009 at 12:38 pm

  2. wow, really amazing.

    December 5, 2009 at 6:49 pm


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