Friday, March 25, 2022

(Unfinished)

 


I like having secrets.

They are the curves at the edge of a smirk to myself,

The reason I keep quiet,

Why I listen first.

The inner demons raise havoc and hands,

going parallel with the thumping

inside my skeleton.

I like the ability to control

the walls I let down and who can enter

and climb up.

I like to dangle people over my cliff

and see if they can handle it.

If someone can bare the brash

and ash 

on the surface of my skin

before attempting to burrow in a place

deep down in the graveyard and marrow.

Assuming some human is a brave enough fellow

to sink in, blindly.

Stick around,

clog my pores without suffocating me...



~Tina Meeks

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