The hard Wear

The hard Wear 

 

 

the drill bit, dull aching

porous memories,

riddled with numb pain

a heart's membrane nailed to a bitter wall

 

the art of destruction

devilish eyes ponder her work

she smiles,

starts the machine again,

in someone else's room.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/22/16

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

tonight the poetry is edgy, like knowing a 25 inch snow storm is coming . I feel it brother.
Feel what your doing and saying..

dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, dana...perhaps i feel a bit edgy lately...there are reasons, and it might be echoing in my poetry...i know you understand that.

j.