Scars (Evisceration)A Poem by C Peril
Fingers press for scars,
yet you shall not find them... My mutilation is deep, beyond detection Yet I am still a bundle of Evisceration, wounds evading your naive comprehension Strike my black veins and watch this corrupting substance, come washing out of me You could bathe in the depths of this blood, which lies dormant Build a tomb from this morbid malevolence, occupying my heart and soul I wish for a native shaman, cleansing cures, to heal Isolation
© 2017 C PerilAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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