Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.

10,000 miles I'd walk to you on my bruised and bloodied feet.
Under a stain I'll plant this seed we'll watch grow deep
In watered fertile ground under peppered cherry breeze
Over your bed while you sleep
I'll kiss you deep.
Strangled by blackish swollen veins.
Frozen underneath.
I'm fed by blood cut from your teeth.
Gruesome, but only bled for you.
Sun-stained hair and wilted flowers.
Skin so fair and eyes neglected
Underneath the deep.
We'll walk through wishing wells and walls.
Broken glass cures all.
Brings me close to you to stay over.
I'm standing over your eyes closed, came to you in a dream
But when you wake
I'll be right here forever yours.
Strangled by blackish swollen veins
Frozen underneath.
I smell the lace that hugged your skin.
Flowers at your feet.
Broken vows you need not worry.
Hand in hand above the dirt.
Underneath the deep.

It's cathartic, but weirdly theraputic. I suppose I like the gentle force and love-filled brutality that surfaces.

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