
Hopefully, there's no need to spell this one out.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 116 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-03-09 - id: 2616866
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I'm thin
Long and limber and pure
Whole and hollow as a box
That smells of rose and clover
I cry
And my tears are of glass
Crystalline-aqua light
16 candles burn white
A vapor bathe of heaven
Concave
Yes, the hunger stretched tight
My bones are baby blue
And the nubs show right through
Flesh milky and transparent
And this hard haven
This fragile skull will disintegrate
And these pale petals
Are dying of thirst
Sweet ambrosia turned to venom
The red moon won't rise, won't
Sing sweet and low, but I can't be tempted now
'Cause all my fury has
Turned to nothing
Dissolve venom, I'm
Never sober.
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