Pasting BandagesA Poem by demuremindsPasting bandages to keep my limbs intact, cleaved together, each day an increment of skeleton gets a little more brittle a little more frail. Tracing the sticky adhesive scarred on as leftovers of dirt and past fractures, I wait for days at a time for the subtle disjunctions to repair themselves. Bone marrow on the brink of drying out, and turning to cement, secure muscles on the fringe of tightening up, winding too far around tense tendons, all of me about to crumble in a chaos of surrender, grenades still unstopping. © 2012 demuremindsAuthor's Note
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Added on August 3, 2012Last Updated on August 4, 2012 AuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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