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Conspire (and Bleed Her)

Poetry By: RaslanGontier
Poetry



It's about regret and loss.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"... as I forced my flesh to smile."

Sniffing Angels Dust,

Devouring the Flesh of God

Muddy razors starts to hiss,

The sky blooms, and rains for loss

Bleeding in a strange bliss,

She cries like she's been born...

The flowers breathe in asymmetry,

As daisies grow thorns

With blood on my fingers,

I peeled your head,

"You're already dead."

Twitching beneath dead lights,

With blackness above her head

Bloodless, we contemplated,

She chews on locusts eggs,

and smiles like she's about to die.





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