church

Let us abuse each other under bridges with barbed wire,
if you burn me with cigarettes,
you will see the light,
and if I flay your razor skin with my fingernails,
I will feel my own heart beating
again,
defame my body and ogle at its scars,
our deep wounds fascinate us for days,
my soul will worship you
and rush the
screams of children
out of my ears,
on the wings of
my own.

7 Comments

  1. your words haunt me in so many ways – it must be the feelings of youth that you echo – i can hear it in your voice – a very nice voice – when you sing –

Love you, too

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