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Forgetting The Innocent

By Shae

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

i a silhouette of ashes medusa of the under world can not scrap the tartar off my heart to pleading hands-- that bear victim pricked by bleeding roses sleepless sorrow, hysteria the mirror was not my first enemy unclaimed voices stalled recollecting the tales never recanting my betrayal of unanswered questions, why there are visions lingering ghosts in past hiding hangers in closets voices of angels wanting to be forgiven for not blowing the horn no one can fit my boots my shoe laces tattered destroyed with in these walls a beautiful ballerina in ma-ma's eyes, once felt the pain of a knife right through the achillies tendon now walking with a permanent limp do not mispronounce the innocent forget a peculiar child it could be lethal Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 04:49 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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