Stealing thorns.A Poem by rebeccarellisA chase through lived-in rooms Chalked by writhing fire and snaking Words of mockery: They plunge like loving needles Come to save and purge A metal skin, A coat of armour swallowed up In dusty hollows. Unearthed and cornered, they can See the frail green blood Pulsing channels in the flowery Veins of moon-white breasts. Cold disgust bleats to the Lashing rain, and calls the Crave to cave, to stifle her Giant of protruding lusts and Score him down - Forget the petals! And then to swim to wakefulness, Ears scorched and throbbing In crisp morning light. No one but a bird outside Who s***s in air, lonely and free.
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