eA Poem by Jordan Madrid
In the light she screams ecstatic
Clutching roses to her chest In her room she holds the dark at bay And drags a steel comfort across her skin Drops of blood slip her wrist Painting long worn carpet Dirty from traffic of dissimilar shoes A dirty requiem brought in lies Made pointed by hands that slide seductive Gluttonous fingers rushing under her skirt Ripping plaid held in tone with rapid breath She grabs at her lonesome chest Forgetting the world she is lost to In the light she scream and it is ecstatic In tone and pitch she screams Ecstatic © 2009 Jordan Madrid |
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