by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Dec 2012 519 Views 2 comments
Surreal Indulgence
My wretched hands upon this page
my eyes weep with slow streaking ink
to not only blot
when my lashes blink
carelessly strewn
a map of veins
No end
the tongue of scathing lather
smashing quills upon this
work
to heavy feet
of heaving words
a challenge within oneself
a scraping measure of crumbs
of doubtless self
oh a bloodlest sight
again the mirror
I brush again
How I miss Dali
my eyes weep with slow streaking ink
to not only blot
when my lashes blink
carelessly strewn
a map of veins
No end
the tongue of scathing lather
smashing quills upon this
work
to heavy feet
of heaving words
a challenge within oneself
a scraping measure of crumbs
of doubtless self
oh a bloodlest sight
again the mirror
I brush again
How I miss Dali
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Posted: Dec 2012
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MY writing says allSoph
I had fun xx
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