Friday, August 13, 2004

freeze these eyes
burn these tears.
turn these hands into stone, this body into clay.
malleable. but cold -
unfeeling.
yet
suspend this heart in a teardrop -
remove these emotions.
confusion, longing, jealousy, hurt, desire.
bleed me of this sheer excess - absintine blood -
break these wings. lock this cage. fasten those shackles -
for i miss you.

-purl-

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