Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 19, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9-19-05 10:50am monday

rough fingers bloom
from broken hearts,
to skate their way
across brambled flesh.

to remember with a
blind eye;
to touch the void
that we've become.

09-19-05 monday 11pm

dark stains on light skin. not bruises. indents. impressions captured of your grip. on my outside and on my in.

held in the fever of your presense. so sick with the need to be the envelope that carries your message.

moist pillows scented of. emotions deceptive and pain rancid. heads lost between legs. sunken into the furthest reaches of escape.

i could laugh until it hurts. i could drink until my heart is deaf. but i'd still hear the sound of the door closing as you left.