diaphanous perch devours the unsteady
such is nature that ungracious host
i lie censored in the garden of exile
sight lost in the filament of a fevered pitch
my skin splinters as my hair draws brittle
teeth crumbling under a fluorescent sky
the flesh gives way to reason, alone
i now abdicate hope, for life plays most unfair
live bait
Started by thaddaeus, Jan 24 2012 01:49 AM
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