shake so against each other
that the only thing holding you together
was the fact that the fibers kept colliding
and snapping and coiling
about each other
like desperate strands of magnets
around the only thing that gives them motion
until at last they are frozen
stuck to the cold iron
like a bitter statue
and so i am here
a frozen masterpiece of horror
wondering from whence oblivion will fall
and peace creep through my veins
like poison.
1 comment:
I like it a lot. Its kinda depressing, but its still really really good. peace like poison. darkly beautiful.
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