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'Dead Again'

By christy

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Lies are your wicked children. They crawl from your pretty mouth to maim and claw and pound my skull till I'm crushed to heaps of ashy bone. Did my eyes ask too much? Did I summon them here to murder me again? For days I have been rotting in death, yet, my chest is still thumping ........rising ..............falling, and while recumbent in the open tomb of day, I think you could have at least closed the fucking lid this time! Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 06:05 AM PST   0 • 1

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