Incantation for Lost Souls

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Incantation for Lost Souls

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Incantation for Lost Souls

The exquisite sweetness of this wound.
Each night I sleep cocooned and healing.
Each morning I tear it open, conjuring memories.
Savage letters. Feral touches. Brutal words.
Until fresh blood seeps beneath the bandage.
A self-inflicted injury--I created this, made this
For you. (for me)


The vaporous magic of deceit rewrites the alibi. No truth tellers, we
were born to things imagined and ethereal. Specters of emotion.
Phantasms of feeling. I hated you then for your disinterested eyes.
It should have been harder to lie
(to them).
I could have meant more
(to you).
You would have been right
(with me).
Was there one true thing between us?

Darkness brings the cure. A potent oblivion caresses the scab.
In the black warmth of nothingness, something grows that wants new blood.





ok, that probably qualifies as the most pretentious piece of shit I've ever had the pleasure of writing, but I'm hoping it's like the monster zit on my imagination now popped. let the healing begin! for a really good poem see here: http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=2122
Like me, the "g" is silent.
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sometimes ya gotta just keep stirring the shit, so--

Incantation for Lost Souls


At night I sleep cocooned and healing.
Each morning I tear the wound open, conjuring memories.
Tasting the exquisite sweetness of it
Piercing dream flesh with invented emotion
Until fresh blood seeps beneath the bandage.
A self-inflicted injury—I created this, made this
For you.

Darkness brings the cure. A potent oblivion caresses the scab.
In the black warmth of nothingness, something grows that wants this hurt.


maybe a tiny bit better. closer to my pretentious little vision anyway.
Like me, the "g" is silent.
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