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Dancing Flames

Poetry By: sam316547

A result of lack of sleep and suicidal tendencies...

Submitted:Jan 20, 2010    Reads: 169    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   


Dancing Flames

Fire lights the tips of her fingers
Dancing across the skin like
Miniature ballerinas

Scars line her wrists
Memories replacing each one
Becoming vivid and reenacting
Burning more than flames

Earlier melting daises like
Candles left marks down my palms
Embraceors of wax

They come together in folds
Of silky skin, coracles floating
down the lengths of her arms
Whining like bountiful rivers

The fairies tease her hair, hiding within
Its blankets from steely knives
That threaten to take their being

Their voices whispering, sane thoughts
Only I can hear, cannot mistaken for
Pretend games one used to play
Beneath blood soaked ,seeping,
Puffs of skin floating above our heads
Drifting in oceans full of milky grey
Skies that never cease their constant
Crying, raining…

Broken scabs leak poisonous heaps
Of wasteful deities I worship
Fiddle more with the skin beneath
Golden valleys of the fallen

Bath in them, shower in it, devour
Greedy little hungers
Shed my skin, and eat the remains
Only to regurgitating the awful taste
I am drowning in words
Burning in imaginary fires
And killing those I love
With an ex of broken skin
And rusting iron

Devious thoughts keep
Us all safe from the
Terror that is
Living in eternity
Crazy, insanity
I'd remain to stay safe
From becoming unseen
Blind, and deaf
Mute with silence as company
And battered chains
To keep me in place

As they burn my finger tips
With dancing flames…

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