She kneels before me,
Silent as smoldering coal,
Burning pages off of my body,
And tearing away line after line of me,
Like I am nothing–
And have only been nothing–
But recycled paper.
My edges curl and ash
As barbed fire tongues lick at and devour my insides
On the outside of me.
The flames melting away
Layer after layer of carnival masquerade
And clown paint
And harlequin drollery
And the vast towers jutting from my skin cells
Built by the great architects of falsity
And fear.
All of it slides down my slippery shadow silhouette
And pools at our knees
Which are almost touching.
That dark blankness where once I lived
Is all that is left of me
After her burning
And her pulling apart of my epidermal fortress,
And the sloughing off,
The crumbling,
The spiriting away
Of decades
And entire lifetimes.
~~~
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
I for one am glad it inspired you, very sexy
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Thank you, Mr. Brownstone. 💋
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Brilliant poetry, TJ. So many beautiful lines and the imagery, outstanding. Gotta love inspiration, however it comes 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words 💋💋💋
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You are kindly welcome xo
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Very deep! I’d still end up with sticky pages.
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You’re hilarious 🤣
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🔥🔥🔥🔥
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