Skin of Fables
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Skin of Fables
Bent in ivory crème My skin is filled with whispers Stories bleed thru my pores like honey Bones thick with myths My ember heart reflects the sunshine Like a mirror drowning in liquid glass I am an odd little doll Baptizing myself in golden mud Filling my wounded mouth with the night I bend myself inside a primal world It is the new earth Built out of glass When words are spoken The voices make shapes in the air I swallow my course in delicate gulps My veins swollen with diamonds My innards pulsing with inspiration I bury my head inside poetry’s depth My skin exposed to unlimited tales They wrap me tight in lavender silk My body now papery and fragile Before my mouth closes forever against the silk I scream to the sun “Open me like a lotus Quilted in a paradox seed Please open me" But Sun only hid in her shell It was the ink rain with its liquid loom Who opened me Full of blooms Inside a fantasy novel Now here I stand Fresh from my dark cocoon Wings decorated with pens My being is a beautiful nightmarish memory Built out of insomniac dreams |
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| You've got some serious original imagery. Pleasure to read just for that. I get that you are being wrapped in silk and you scream before the silk closes your mouth. I wouldn't change that. | Posted on 2018-07-25 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] | Tattoo artists live for such inspirations. Some seriously dark images here almost too deep to fathom. Some most enjoyably ornate stuff. Good to read you again. | PS: It should read "Before my mouth closes forever" | Posted on 2018-06-01 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |
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