Tangible
Velvet red tongues fork around the bend of my throat
Swallow pieces of glass, shards ripping forcefully into my voice box
The ecstasy of obliviousness, but when it is cold you wear a coat
Wounds are bleeding, blood dried on those pretty locks
Does your labyrinth mind know of its corners and turns
Holy in your unholiness, you make me ashamed of who I am
Tell me how ethereal I look with my blisters and burns
They confuse us for oysters my dear I am but a clam
Shaking legs and out of breath, we dance like the tide
Give me something tangible I can carve myself into
Our humanities can crumble side by side
Give me something tangible to ease all my rue
-[D.F]
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