Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

12 reminders that myself smiles brightly

Why is it,
That when she bleeds,
It's the lightest lights
I've ever seen?

Patience thick,
Her bright white wounds
Smile at me.

Inviting me in...

...for a broken kill.
I remind myself that
My mind is lost,
Wandering deserts as large as the sun.

I fondle the hurt,
And pray for the beginning.

To heal, this heel,
Who deserves a century of ugly.

12-16-10


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