Saturday, March 5, 2011

Cyanide

I sweated acid.
Down my brow it carved a path
And settled on the chin.
I wept cyanide,
Provoked by illegal plays,
And it poisoned my very soul.
Jagged fingernails
Tore at the roughest skin,
Left it raw, bleeding, incomplete.
Far too much blood
Seeped from beneath my defenses
And chased away the poison.

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