I mailed my quota of trust to Hades
Gave away dancing shoes to the furies
Cut my wrists on your barbed indifference
Shook the habit of grief from my molting skull
Stepped out scathed and blistering.
*
When you have nothing to lose
When everything you believed
Is crushed in incestuous vow
Corrosion comes as a lover
To scour remaining plate of faith
Strangely, in spite of yourself
The impulse to feel, resurrects itself
A weed that has been torn out and poisoned so much
There’s nowhere to go but upward
*
You may tear my truth to shreds
Or worse, simply impassively not care
I know the song will still be playing
After I shed my seven lives
Pull on my rubber boots
Jump in a vat of boiling forsaken dreams
And make stew for the hungry
Out of my bitter survivors juice
It tastes good when you sip it just right
Beneath a full moon on a wild howling kind
Of night
epic, poignant … pulsating … just beautiful verse. – tsk
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Lovely imagery; ‘cut my wrists on your indifference’ is really good
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This is just so good. Visceral, yet elegant. Thank you for sharing/baring your soul with us.
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Brilliant!! ❤
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