Author: jonathan delucia
24.07.2008

Seven

Savior

Slumber, its 4

Your still awake,

sending me the invite.

Sunburn, I want to get golden.

 

+

 

I was trying to push my digits,

As if they weren’t even a part of me.

 

Created an alive sense.

The 6th sin scent.

A love of earth.

 

Your milk has poisoned me, earth.

Your honey has rotted my stomach and I’m tired.

 

+

 

(through so much worse)

3X

 

Grip and his capture have finally loosened my eyes.

The scales have fallen like manna.

The coal cleanses me.

 

*    iCoal    *

 

cool and slow,

this   slow,

 

+

 

noiseless pickups

there’s this day.

Neck stretching

Like metal strings,

The cables spread across back and shoulders,

Cut into the abdomen

And spit out Polaroidä photos of moments.

 

…the moments are nice, but the stretching fucking hurts.

 

 Ó2008 Jonathan Delucia, all rights reserved

                                            


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