Freedom From Prosecution

I shed my eyes
And forget
Every 
Weep,
Every 
Darkened Street,
Every myth you leak
Unto these people.

I dreamt of sleep
And forgot
Each 
Drip,
Your fingertips,
Each
Pill you slip
Unto these people.

I squandered my lips
And lost
Any 
Flow,
Any 
Empty Moat,
Any
Wish you dote
Unto these people.

His sickness is sweet...
And slippery.
Pillowed scream,
Kaleidoscope dream,
Caught in a seam,
And 
Delivered
Unto these people.

I broke my name.
Uttered
Unchanged.
Uttered 
The same 
And uttered one name
Unto these people.

I bound my feet.
Bitter 
Swim.
Lightning 
Dims
And splinters 
Sin
Then slips away 
Unto these people.

I bruised my skin
One last 
Time
Then gained my
Mind
For future 
Find
To break the
Bind
That doors cant
Hide
Unto these people.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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