To whom it may concern:

By Phalanx

What is this film on my skin?
I peel like a newborn.
I equate to nothing
When I knock on flesh and 
Listen for an echo.
This is truly an out of body experience.
The soul had to save itself.
Maniquins performing rites of passage
Talking to dead selves.
We are alone here.
Love crawls in to bury itself.
Men kill their shadows
Out of suspicion.
The sun hides it's face and
Flowers die.
Call me home
When you're done.
This is a battle field,
Not Eden.

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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Thursday, March 26, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is the price of feeling the dirt between your toes.
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  • A former member wrote: "Love crawls in to bury itself" hit me like a ton of bricks. i related all too much to this one. damn....... just damn.

  • Phalanx On Tuesday, March 31, 2015, Phalanx (677)By person wrote:

    Makes me question an awful lot too.

  • A former member wrote: yeah... right there with ya, mister.


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