Was That Life
was that life
feedle ing me
my memwires
meaning
for
myself
in
cluded
time has separated
here i lay on moonbeams
reconciliation
never
was
me
corners stretch out
for
an
circle
she has brutalized me
my thoughts grown love
somber
as
was
still my touch
remains
steal my touch
from
stains
minds before eyes
mine before eyes
naked
as
flesh
was born
womb split
intentions
split me
splotchy
clot me
fingers penetrate the skin
razor is stretched to the mind
ink reaches for me continually
is
it
ink
or
was that life
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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