Sick
we are the enemy.
i am
of your blood.
our first seperation
in tears.
our second seperation
in blood.
my skin is thick
no longer transparent,
sweet,
beautiful.
ugly, rotting, masturbating insides.
maggots, dead flies.
how beautiful am i now?
lurking in the shadows.
foggy minded.
blunt, cutting, searching for veins.
i didnt have to be this way.
your creation.
i am
of your blood.
one last seperation
cut the cords that bind me to you.
let
me
go.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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