ian.
torn soul
silhouette
dance in shudder
flinching
dogma
stage casting
imprint
love sickened
ravaging
mirrors fangs
fortress
in skin
agony
a built loss
in voices
wording
sarcasm
escaping here
fists fold
atoms fail
atmosphere.
(C)2012
Christopher Vaughn
2 comments:
Cam said you were good Chris. I can see why now. Cool poem!
A lovely poem Christopher! :)
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