Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Bereft

there's nothing like
life I own
bereft of breath
death my friend
pulled up stakes
's deck's stir
it breezes still
beneath my heart
blaze's hot
as hell's laughter
what speaks the eyes
is menacing x-rays
cold as the sun
sting to the soul
but sour as honey
words are clichés
I put make up on
to reflect my pose
now I dance
like I'm nothing
and sing like
I am everything

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