doctors&nurses
Vulture. Here you come to empty me of feeling, hovering above me
Circling me like prey, I pray you my soul to keep
At least its in better care.
Your latex fingers merely brush my lips. Could have been a kiss.
Already I know all of you, and what you want.
Push your fingers through entering the cave into my head.
What are you looking for?
Eyes clear like grey skies, cold and metal, but clear and sure.
Deeper in my throat your rubber fingers go, I would have choked if I could feel.
Undoing every stitch
It pours out of me
Now toxic and putrid
I contained it in my soul
Something to keep
Like a razor you came undone
And went manic
So here I lye
Empty
Waiting
To be refilled
Here I lye
My ribs eagle spread
A piece of meat just being tenderised
Before consumption
The poison consumes
Waiting to be refilled with toxic fantasy
My hand reaches for yours
My heart puce from the bruise and pulsing
Just that minor twitch
That tiny inch away from beating
And so It begins as you flood me with your love
My veins throb and my heart turns red
My fingers twitch
Having been an inch from dying
We miss
My lips flood
Taste life and air
My head sent sky high
Instead I found a kiss.,
Poetry by stef lai
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Written on 2009-01-26 at 19:34
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