Thursday, April 22, 2010

Last Love Lost

Last Love Lost

She
Culled from heart, cut dirty
Severed like meat from bone
Gristle torn with teeth, ragged and dripping
Left alone
Needle dangling from red rimmed wound
Blue tinged lips almost sensual
Modelling a good a day
A normal day, matching that gothic creed
That desperate need, to conceal
Never reveal
The way she feels
Felt
For it’s over now, so softly now
Her eyes are blanked, filmy
Like unfocused Polaroid’s polarized
Posed, indisposed, and undisclosed.

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