Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Day 258: the woman

come to the temple
the sun is setting soon
there are still words written here in ink and blood
watch the freak dance by nightfall
sprawl her heart on your palm
call it prophecy
fall in love
call yourself beautiful in the reflection you find in her irises
make yourself feel better through witness testimate
they say
she wears brown people make up
dirt on her face
cheek shining that way
the way you look
come watch her dance for you
she will play your game
swallow every word you force her
she is just what you always wished for
come watch her die
she isnt good for much else anyways...


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