chest cavity canvas

By not an addict

 I've been breaking glass in your name again
the fragments falling in silent, sparkling tribute
to the disease that stole your tongue.

On those rare days when you still excite me,
i dance in the remnants of your beauty
painting bloodied patterns across the tile floor
as fallen shards etch a reminder of your silence
into the soles of my feet with every spin.


but anymore, i rarely dance.
and if you parted your lips,
i'd fear the dust of histories.


and on the really empty days,
i contemplate carving a hole in your chest
though not with any hope of finding a heart,
i'm just looking for inspiration.


it's strange, though.


i used to turn to my muse for passion,
now i'm just stealing pounds of his flesh.

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Copyright 2010 not an addict
Published on Tuesday, March 30, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: i used to turn to my muse for passion, now i'm just stealing pounds of his flesh. wow,so powerfull words

  • A former member wrote: where are the comments? the desperate passion and near aggravation in this are palpable and pounding....the suffering [for art, in art, of art] and the muse....he tempts and taunts......delicious piece and so very harrowing.........well wishes

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