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- Your Soul Was a Clearence Item at allpoetry
Your soul is a
store-bought metaphor
quivering atop your diaphragm - Shields of Stripes and Plaids at allpoetry
In a row of stone buildings
it is linen we choose to shield us from the storm - The Wreckage at allpoetry
I chose to lay here in this empty space to experience the lack of you, exposing every follicle and fiber to the chill of your absence - Waiting for Our Violins at allpoetry
We cannot choke on our frustrations
without emphasis
so we will go on waiting for the music - I Am Your Beloved at allpoetry
I am flammable, disposable, and recyclable
You are lighting your matches - Less Tattered Than We Came In at allpoetry
It is a sickly yellow-green, a regurgitated tint we
look past in order to recognize the simplest factor
It belongs to us - Bone Tissue at allpoetry
Haven't you drilled these bones enough? The dust spraying out to gather on the skin - Randomness and Experimental Thought at allpoetry
I learned something once, but I've forgotten what it was My trees are thicker than yours, my bark sharper and better smelling - Burn at allpoetry
The hole your fire burnt into my chest is crusted brown and black around the edges - Epiphany at allpoetry
The corners of your mouths were stretched and met at the back of your skull until the enthusiasm spilled from your lips - You Will Always Be In My Blood at allpoetry
In the sand, by the sea, we hold out the pieces of our virginities on shaking palms. They are oddly shaped pills, these untapped parts of o - The Fools on Which We Travel at allpoetry
I am face down involuntary, incapable there is gravel sticking to my eyes and dust settling in my lungs - The Whoring Soul of a Virgin at sharepoetry
We'll bite our unkissed lips and unveil our thighs in pseudo-seductive pleas for more than just pithy unimpressed glances. - The Whoring Soul of a Virgin at allpoetry
We'll bite our unkissed lips and unveil our thighs in pseudo-seductive pleas - Barren Expectation at allpoetry
My stomach has long-since stopped it growling
it has learned to wait with me/for you - Needy at allpoetry
And we are belly to belly
and skin to skin - Emerald Leaves at allpoetry
In the beginning you pushed your leaves out through your fingertips and they were brilliant and emerald - Corners at allpoetry
We have been here before, with you on the other side of the room, our noses pushed against the corners, the boniest, dirtiest of hands over our eyes We have tasted this air that dries our tongues until they are but b - Purgatory Nights at allpoetry
And the pain we carry within our marrow will subside, as we remain within the pause of Purgatory nights. - Try at allpoetry
The taste of your pain is in my tongue. And sucking it into my throat - Sour Earth at allpoetry
We lose it all
and all again - The Effervescent Light of Night and Day at allpoetry
Within the shade / of your outstretched branches / gripping bushels / to keep me / from the moonlight and sunlight / of these numbered days / tearing layers by the dozens / aging endlessly / effortlessly / r - This Time Fading at allpoetry
And time, this old withered soul
Pulls itself along by the fingernails
