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salt baths to gauge my wounds.
by Wendy Gealyoure like a gash in the flesh
a glimpse of you- a salt bath that i drown
myself in ,to feel the burn burn burning
reminder-wounds singeing thick with scar dust
i eat up the memories that drunken me up
and i go stalking you down down inside my head
i picture you lip- locking her and star-struck
against the sky, jet black - like the heart of you
and the way you took your forefinger and strummed it down her like a chord.
i was your instrument; i play a symphony for you,
you shut me out , still it blasts louder louder and youll never know the beauty of it .
soon i will cave and tire of treachery & these fingers will wreck the ivory keys of your aura
cursing and cursing you with sweet malediction.
08/18/2004 Author's Note: memories are the worst curse of all.
Posted on 08/18/2004
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