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Exit Wounds
By DescendingDown
Love
In it's corrosive nature
Seeps into cracks. eating
concrete hearts
& crumbling walls. in the wake
Of broken backs,
this burden is bleeding
phantom beauty from starless nights. almost
like
the skies are dying.
& the pitch black lacks the substance
to
absorb. & beneath the ruins of these walls.
I find shells of friendly fire.
regret in bullet form. still warm
enough
to sear the edges of my open wounds.
Spitting epitaphs
on this pit of bones
Because my closets can't handle the skeletons
left after love took the form of
masochism.
I piece together
the illusion of slowly dying
in jigsaw precision.
& I'm breaking.
*Authors note
~ This piece is more his then it is mine. It was an honor to mesh with
Six-Out
http://www.darkpoetry.com/node/user/98
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush & Jon Rodgers
Comments on "Exit Wounds"
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A former member wrote:
rendered spotlessly, despite the stain of wounds, so to speak. . ..
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On Wednesday, October 14, 2009, Six-Out
(1435)
wrote:
I disagree, dear. When two work together, the finished product never belongs more to one or the other. This was spawned from your idea, your theme, your tone. Take credit where credit is due. :)
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A former member wrote:
Raging piece - I loved this verse "left after love took the form of
masochism"
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