I am ten thousand leaps behind
the eternity wasted with
hollow veins.
The next-to-nothing semblance
that stains itself to my skin
wreaks ugly streaks
of this and that
in heavy lines
down my chest.
Every speckle of color
that tastes like cancer
becomes cleaner
every morning
that I am
without sight.
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On and on,
south of heaven
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Oh I really enjoyed this, the metaphor and originality was great, not sure about 'cleaner' in the last bit coupled with sight..I wanted to say 'clearer' but anyway I did enjoy how you built this.
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