A blank hollow-
shelled and crunched,
into nut bread
I have become,
drool of beer and tequlia
each pain strikes horror,
palgue in dry exisitance-
opening to emote stories,
blood of water run
down by chilled nights
of hopeless
wilted roses
thorned
ever piecering
this shredded heart
A contest entry
- Addictions by starlite.
600 points, ended September 30, 2008, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
