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Xam [single figure]
by Laura DoomWhen the dark side of the month
returns to crush unsung desires
and grind them to unwanted needs
I cry the dust-bowl debris
to a palliative distemper;
pause perception, mute the pain,
feel your fingers paint my body
outside, inside, head to soul
until the analgesia of absent gods
and constant angels
buries me alive and whole.
03/07/2015 Posted on 03/07/2015
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/15 at 02:35 AM Truly mesmerizing. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/15/15 at 10:56 PM Very nice! Guess I missed this one initially, but glad I caught up with it. :) |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/01/15 at 06:38 PM Nail was definitely hit on the head. Really drew me in and made me want to read it again - especially the last four or five lines. |
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