skin
By brianne20
skin my heart beats feebly like a dying bird against the caging of my ribs and when the raging sea I can never call love threatens to break free and explode implode burn with all the heat of a million tiny stars my skin subdues me the translucent thinness the pale blue veins delicate curves and folds it contains me I am held in place with fragility and the waves crash harmlessly against the sea wall1999, Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 02:48 PM PST 10 • 0
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