9-10-2014 ...its no use covering your lies like fat worms - TopicsExpress



          

9-10-2014 ...its no use covering your lies like fat worms beneath my toes, buried and still wriggling in the hollows... ..you ate my faith, spat a piece of it. i fold and crumble limp as hands - a dead mans- cradling of a soft head, my face is a white flower, whos sliced grief strangles and poisons... ...the smell of God in stiffened sheets. climb over me, i am trodden soil for burying children, i am scattered limbs, my bones rip, redness numbs the pinpricks, coils itself inside. at last i have found it! a dead hole to fall in, for goodbye...
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 05:55:25 +0000

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