i am counting the ribs
in my ribcage like collector's items,
storing the notches in my spine
in a nice little row,
right in front where
i can see them.
i am sifting through
dead skin cells trying to find
some form of life underneath.
i smear the blood on my foot
into a cross for you,
because i know there is
nothing else that i can give.
8/7/08














Comments
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"What is power, without the knowledge to use it?"
into a cross for you,"
I find that imagery disturbing because it wouldn't leave my head.
Smile.
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Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known.
i had a small scab on top of my foot
and i was smearing the blood around it
at first, a cross, then a star shape.
it amused me.
^^now that line sounds disturbing >_<
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i can't make a sound
in your sundrenched world.
Smile.
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Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known.
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