My Poisons Paint My Sins
I have yet to admit it to myself,
But it reads so clearly off my face;
Leaving me to rephrase-
And attempt to keep my pace.
I trace,
The wordless letters-
That have long tainted my skin;
Refusing to surrender-
But my poisons paint my sins,
As the ink thins-
And the walls around me start to spin.
Copyright © Carly Larkin | Year Posted 2014
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