Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Ioline

Snow twisting me up inside
A palindrome of movement I can't escape
Lost in darkness only I see
Longing for freedom from my mind -
this prison

When did the hour grow so long
The world, dire. Unavoidable
There's no one left
And thus, I say goodbye

Cutting into the flesh I weep
I want these scars
Please tell me I can save these scars

Haughty, desperate
The blood pooling in the white afternoon

Forgive me 

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