fear lays beneath my skin
holding hostage, what i am.
gripping my soul with vice grips
as i feel my cold and placid mind slip.
hallow, is the heart i have
trampled upon, on your behalf.
pieces lay scattered around
bloody confetti, for the ground.
shallow, is the soul i hold;
smoldering and burnt from my scold.
empty are the contents of this flesh
straight to black and never fresh.
In a list
honesty always appreciated
Comments
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Excellent
Although you're as lovely as a rose sweet soul!
Thanks for sharing here, and I loved the wording in this.
Keep up the great writes, sending ya much love.
-Timothy
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I love this poem...as I was reading it, with all of it's dark projectory and definitions of skin and bloody confetti, for some reason, I could hear the buzz of a tattoo machine...that's just me...
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Bloody confetti, ah the imagery ♥
I love the background ^_^
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