fetus
By girlrage
The warmth of the ceaseless darkness calms my raw headI soak I fadeBlinded by the vacancy of a flameI am EmbracedI feel ClothedSensing what can not be touchedI am honoredI feel ecstasyPeaceable midnight, so earsplitting with silenceI coilI twist Breathing in dense, leaden blacknessI am Disguised I feel CensoredDrenched in soiled solitudeI am NourishedI feel SheathedUnwept tears float, kept unweptI am CourageI feel ControlI can no longer bleed, for I can not see the wound Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 03:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The warmth of the ceaseless darkness calms my raw headI soak I fadeBlinded by the vacancy of a flameI am EmbracedI feel ClothedSensing what can not be touchedI am honoredI feel ecstasyPeaceable midnight, so earsplitting with silenceI coilI twist Breathing in dense, leaden blacknessI am Disguised I feel CensoredDrenched in soiled solitudeI am NourishedI feel SheathedUnwept tears float, kept unweptI am CourageI feel ControlI can no longer bleed, for I can not see the wound..."