Crystalized eyes,
Awoken to the sound of a thousand screams;
Bare as the blood moon that bore them.
Mothers, as innocent as the children they've abandoned,
Swim in cheap lilac oils;
For dryness is a sin of permanent uncertainty.
Borrowed cheeks and glass teeth,
Gnawing away at forcefully given words;
Impatiently attuned to shatter.
Numbers of an orange priest,
Press mightily against gossiping winds;
Like the paranoid pupils of a neatly dressed lawman.
I come not to hurt you,
Only to wither your sorrows;
The trauma of your love shall ignite blonde fires
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Long Soon Gone
PoetryPart 6 of my 2021 series. Long Soon Gone is a collection of poems that are highly abstract and cryptic. Much of the messages and themes are up to interpretation. This collection is very special to me as I feel that it represents me best and just abo...
