An Ode to No One
I sift the battered dregs and silt budding from your cataclysmic grin emergent, wasted and branched, protruding from that scornful child within I want to see you bathed in disillusion I want to deep-fry your reasons in the boiling, lursping chambers of my lamented heart I chased all the chaos down from your perfect beautiful little sky scraped down bursting upward fissured clasps mourned the shade across my eye I want to feel you suspended in this web I want to slice my skin open and bleed myself out just to stain your precious, untouched life GBE Written June 26th, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 01:57 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"I sift the battered dregs..."