syringe

October 24, 2008

Within this sedated moment
I would like to destroy you
minature explosions surrounding a face, halo beams
gentle dusting of blood spatter, grazing the cheek of a thought of the twinkle in your
fingernail polish
the gloss isn’t enough to keep the sun from burning
and the plate that broke is one less shatter away from becoming your destiny.

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