Words that walk, corpses that talk...
By Phalanx
Could I borrow your eyes?
I can't stand the way I see myself.
There's a touch of hate in my fingernails,
Wet with twilight.
Sound chops me in half
Like a skeleton consulting tubes for I am mute.
They built a movie set for the world you abandoned
In my head.
I cannot die here and no one hears my defiance.
Want what you need to see because
I don't have the heart to show you
What you want to see.
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Copyright 2014 Phalanx
Published on Tuesday, October 7, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, March 9, 2016, Slingnasty
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Holy wow!! Powerful. Great write. You