One in the ChamberA Poem by dermal_plating
Salt, copper and powdered bone pour through my clenched fists,
and I snatch a glance at the man on the mantelpiece, who rides like a Templar rushing home. Glass and cleansing elixirs dominate my vision inside the cool confines of this pulsating chamber. But my dry eyes gaze adoringly on the layer of skin covering the torso of a well dressed mannequin. I call her Wendy Winsome, or sometimes Wynona and artistically, or optimistically, she accepts my persona. Distance and dreary days separate space from time, and I brave the outside world only occasionally. But with ceaseless reliance it brings me questions refined by the savagery of insolent minds. © 2010 dermal_plating |
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Added on April 25, 2010 Last Updated on April 25, 2010 Author
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