Friday, December 9, 2011

Fallen Angel

Damaged
is how they found you
mouth full of brambles
the rub of matches
against your knuckles
naked
with rocks pillowing your limbs
in the blind tangle
of falling.
hate is a dirty bruise
left at your temples
the crucifixion of words
pressed like stones
into your wounds
where blind awe
runs deep like blood.

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