The pale flesh
Which has become
My canvas
A macabre design
Patterns itself
Dancing across
Available skin
Scars attempting
To fade away
Like the lust
I had
So long ago
An epoch has passed
Since then
And it seems still
Like only yesterday
Which has become
My canvas
A macabre design
Patterns itself
Dancing across
Available skin
Scars attempting
To fade away
Like the lust
I had
So long ago
An epoch has passed
Since then
And it seems still
Like only yesterday
Published by Stephanie Alford
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4 Comments
Post a Commentnice poem!....................
I really like this !!!..really deep emotions expressed here !!
Good use of words.
WOW!!!!!