Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


F((uc))k your tenderness, so
Bleak, unearthing disarray.
My fingertips gingerly
Molesting the white hot
Rage seething within my belly.
This was your sugar, a poison
Toxic enough to replace trust,
My eyes bled tears as you
Pawned away respect.
A river they cried,
Losing the beauty of faith,
Feeling hopeless and hearing
Nothing but the echo of crickets.

August 18, 2010


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