Splinters
Haunted,
By Faces ,
Empty places,
I try to erase this.
Echoes... from these caves
Reminding me of all those slaves.
Dismembered operation,
Complications,
On the stations.
Sexuality sold to thieves,
While snakes sneak up their sleeves.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2014
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