Blocked
of cold smooth steel
true as the flowers pressed to my cheeks
Petals worn
In tufts and soft
Weeds that grow
Thwarted
attempts to find the defining edges
Lain across
patchwork of pity
Viewing troubled brows
Seeping in through foggy sight
Absorbed
Network of nerves
Explain the tight thought
Remind us of the rough
Retarded
Crippled by the bruise
Protected in the ripple of the repercussion
Twisted
Mutated by a gentle withdrawal
Lost in seas of moist regret
Part them
please
Dry sunken plush regard
Frigid voids of uncare
Heard
Cold winds whispering lies
Unspoken term
Tasted
thick liquid coating eyes
Careful
Abysss of melted agony
resurfacing through unprepared creation
Gestapo of fuel
Fibres of the rotted rope
teathered to dry screams
pull
Burned
Shaken thoroughly by heated character
mild but true
Lovely tendril of defeat
Accepted
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