carpentry
By HiramDiaz
your words dig into my skull. i feel you chisel me into something i could never make myself – as my kindness reduces to sawdust, and my compassion creates a wooded flatland beneath your feet, your curses frolic across my sanity and glue this masterpiece together. you revel in the scent of my freshly carved flesh and run the tips of your fingers across my chest again and again and again and marvel in your crowning creation – something decent, something commendable, something subservient and languishing with every breath… something i never intended on being.I hope you guys like it.... sure as hell don't...lol...this was another crapped out poem for a creative class i'm taking....oh well..... sic vita. hiram Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 04:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"your words dig into my skull...."