'Oh' Spoke Anguish

By Abberant

Ripples; ridges
Twisted-into-tar
Anchored to- 'this' shell.
Yet they bleed faster,
Where your eyes begin-

Lances are tired
Of crafting needles
Gained from tin.

'Oh' 
Said Anguish
Blinded from within
I'm rusting on the cogs,
Turning spindles
Into thimbles.

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Copyright 2016 Abberant
Published on Friday, March 31, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

bleh.
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