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Past Doomsday

by Trisha De Gracia

It's gone beyond Apocalypse.

Greying mouths all twisted
eyes all bulging wide
I creep between your shells of avarice
your gaping spite to find
each damaged pressuretorn and charcoaled
heart you've left

Omit the sins ive made for you
erase the sepia folds
mar the fantasy you've clung upon
tarnish lover's gold
and hold me.


Please, if you can just hold.
And let time seal us through
and make us fit.

I'll piece it all together
should this Saga never quit.


Posted on 01/19/2007
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

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