A slow rearranging of flesh,
like melting, baby-doll plastic,
molten wax sweat drips from the faces.
The two beings fuse together in their mutual agony.
Tears defile like acid rain shaping a new landscape.
Watchful eyes float in the swirling heat.
Ten scalpels penetrate layers of fragile tissue.
That which was separate is now cohesive in clay,
solidifying and supporting each other.
They stand as one work of art.
Author notes
This was inspired by a charcoal drawing of a man and woman.
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Your poetry is really good and really doesn't get enough views, hate it when great poetry goes unnoticed!
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