You open me up
like an envelope without
a knife. No blood spills.
Like arriving from Auschwitz,
you embrace all my skins,
my incompleteness.
I would know, you
are coming down from the
attic to meet the unknown stranger.
Goosefoots. You are
crawling, hugging the remorse―
a clear submission anonymously.
Wrapped up, I give
you my heart, still throbbing
without the rib cage. The
night brings the red moon.
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Author:
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Comments3
Brilliant!
I enjoy your poetry and the fact that you never reply to anyone. I thought about that once. Maybe it's because no one understands your poetry to it's fullest? Well, only you can. You're the one that writes it after all. But hey, I'll still compliment it any way. Good job 😀
Ah, have you been looking for magic inside loves loft? You give us your heart to share around for everyone. I say thank you for sharing your heart and also the heart inside this poem. I love it.
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