A moment—unraveled—drops
On one already fallen
And together they rend
Twin scars in the deep tissue
Twice he vexed you
With smirks and words
And dusty hands that swore
They'd never let you go.
Twice your sundered frame committed
To the heath beyond the Styx
Gave breath to the clamor of
Souls suffering the gloom
Friday, February 3, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Blog Poem: Week Eight, pt. 2
A moment—unraveled—drops
On one already fallen
And together they rend
Twin scars in the deep tissue
Twice he vexed you
With smirks and words
And dusty hands that swore
They'd never let you go.
Twice your sundered frame committed
To the heath beyond the Styx
Gave breath to the clamor of
On one already fallen
And together they rend
Twin scars in the deep tissue
Twice he vexed you
With smirks and words
And dusty hands that swore
They'd never let you go.
Twice your sundered frame committed
To the heath beyond the Styx
Gave breath to the clamor of
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