Day 13

her confession is the invitation of sacrifice.
Ice breaker of lust. A must
to have
always
a need to chill out

I've dripped from a broken heart
slowly descending to breath I've mistaken for the wind
to evaporate and expedite my erasure-
my existence. Tense around the temptation
to answer her need, my conscience
records actions as the stitches - I fear

my afterlife postponed in the midst of appetite

Monday, September 28, 2009