excruciating

By anaksunamun








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She shys away from the glass , and its unbearable silvering. She darks her lips and her fence of teeth. His fist against her feels tranquil.
Covering the mirrors, so death can not find them again. And what of all this still spinning inside? Your soft breathing in is precious and makes me forget something ; the way you drown a man here in your mouth.























































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Copyright 2015 anaksunamun
Published on Thursday, April 23, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Cassette On Tuesday, January 2, 2018, Cassette (1087)By person wrote:

    "She darks her lips and her fence of teeth. His fist against her feels tranquil." this line; wow. covering the mirrors reminds me of the concept with sitting shiva; mourning.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Thursday, April 23, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1580)By person wrote:

    " His fist against her feels tranquil." - holy cow, that line was casually brutal. I also like the notion of covering the mirrors so death can not find them. Excellent piece! Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • A former member wrote: Very unique and interesting. Scholar

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