Thorn
She screams silently as hands gag her mouth
arms pin her to a wall of nails,
Fingers tear at her flesh
and scrape her skin bloody,
but when seven has passed they release her
from rigor restraints that radiate rotting roses,
taking root in racorous romances
Weeping...whispers fill her head:
"we will come again
to reap ripe sanity and steal sable solitude,
separating still seranades sung by snguine swans
so sleep suspended ans suffocated
by swathe strings and swallow stories of suicide,"
SHE CRIES:
"you tresspassd tainted tragedy
tampering with tangeble temperance tense with translucency,
I still taste the toxin on my tounge
and hear the tocsin in my head,
tantalizing my tolerance,"
with those walls rising- a heavy empty shell,
she sinks..her body in water ;
"My heart still keeps me floating
in oil and blood,
because it is made of wood...
in a rift that sees only night ...
sweet sweet drk,
enveloping me in cold that shines over the moon,
AND THE RYTHM STOPPED
---krysten burton 2008
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