Dec 28, 2013




Letters to God





Since you are a man, 
I perhaps understand now
how you have chosen your punishments;
running blunt knives on to my flat soul.

Why I trusted you with all my heart,
in return you gave me a few sparkling dead things.


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I mirror
your living things
when I am alive.

But today I am mostly dead,
I mirror your dead things:
The still, slowly whitening eyes
The ill shade of yellow blood
thickening around my pulse.
Lips cold and blue.

I have pushed and pushed
this red liquid into these tired veins
the exhausted slowing pump
at most times did not want to take
nevertheless
it did
it did..