my fangs will make your silence bleed by Indigo Tempestasmall girl am i , sitting in relative silence a palecolor aura around me , wearing eyes. i listen , talk less. treelike , i am patient and watchful. mostly like wind but
colors i laughingly watch painted across a wide canvas with broad delight and all joy is mine but
cat-eyed , dusty books their visions bleeding into me and my element the strength of serenity bathing me but
i will not allow my voice to become nothing and your hand take it away from my mouth your pen away from my words - i will draw blood my fangs will make your silence bleed. me alone i am nothing; but my children my words my voice with embattled emotion i will caterwaul and rip.
you i will love i will adore with angelic gaze, and your inflection will carve records into my memory. peace--
my fangs will make your silence bleed. 04/07/2003 Author's Note: no way to express this mixedup emotion when another of equal passion comes in in the middle...confused emotions = bad poetry, you know.
Posted on 04/08/2003 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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