a bright white
'til nighttime
in the snowblind
graceland
of god's former
good eyes
and he whispered
in lightning
of slow death
of the fading
of a self
in the murmurs
of strangers
who worried
at the dawn
and wondered
at the taste
the hollow shape
the bullet makes
when flesh
dissolves
a kind concession
this shedding skin
every holy wound
scrapes to make
space
for the
new you
born within
in all this
waiting
to begin
we have made
our peace
with sin













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waiting
to begin
we have made
our peace
with sin.
♥
good eyes'
'in all this
waiting
to begin
we have made
our peace
with sin '
iluhhuurveit. =]
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"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."
of strangers
who worried
at the dawn
and wondered
at the taste
the hollow shape
the bullet makes
when flesh
dissolves
This is a beautiful poem, Shane. The flow is delicious and the images are alive.
very much appreciated.
--
one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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