Scabbed Wings

Stephanie Alford
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

Published by Stephanie Alford

I've returned from my little emotional sabbatical. Much better now.  View profile

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  • PenPress4/27/2008

    nice poem!....................

  • cathiesbloggs4/24/2008

    I really like this !!!..really deep emotions expressed here !!

  • Harold Sink4/23/2008

    Good use of words.

  • Kady the Hippie Woodstock4/22/2008

    WOW!!!!!

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