The starfish lay there
Open
Like the star of David
Or a pentagram
Waiting for the prodding scalpel
To make her bleed
Feed her need
To feel something
Inside of her
To make her feel alive
Yet again
Wake her
From this deadness
The numb feeling
That had crawled
Deep in her bones
With the cold wind
The starfish lies
Lies there waiting
For something
To make her bleed
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We need more poems!!
good stuff. i should totally start a poetry blog too =D
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Loved this!
ReplyDeleteYou may need more poems, but the ones you have now are quite nice.
ReplyDeletewe need monkeys and we need the tank man.. i thought they were going to be back....
ReplyDeleteBastard. This one is wicked. Makes me feel wrong to like it so much.
ReplyDeleteRock on!
ms.Parker...go right ahead I say, drop a link when you do :D
ReplyDeleteMW...thank you :)
Matt...all in good time bro :)
MKan...someday, again :D Promise!
Rex...made me feel wrong to write it ;)
Rocking on :D
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