Letters of the Past

Fri, 02/28/2014 - 20:53 -- sussy

I am addicted to the trails of dried
Flesh that are left 
Abandoned and the stench of 
Young blood stained on the 
Corner of your left eye 

Please act quickly take
This handkerchief and
Wipe it off I
Am getting quite nauseous by staring at
The tangled veins that wrap 
Around my last good lung
It’s difficult to breathe hurry 
Now dear
Patch up the damned scars and bruises
When I first learned how to peddle 
And carcasses of old
Rid me of their voices

Tell me that the blotches were simply 
Distorted petals 
And from here on out
It will be us 
Against the world  


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