Cadaver
dancing on the edge
of a razor blade,
let me give you a show
another twirl,
tiptoeing the cold
metal plate,
a river diverges
in the snow,
soft and pale
the warmth seeps
away, my fingers,
meaty icicles
numb to the touch,
I lay my arms out
and balance
on the penacle
of a disaster
that you
will not allow me.
1 Comments:
ah, this is beautiful, and you have a nice blog. poetry is such an outlet isn't it?
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