Between my shadow and my soul


Tear his skin under your fingernails, but
The ferocity of your hate
Boomerangs your shoulders into convulsions

A woman's body is a temple, wash your hands and feet,
Remove your shoes, but this was a half-drunk opportunist
Posing as a begar just to urinate on the brocade

I am no Prophetic example, I will not kill
But I cannot forgive

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Anonymous June 25, 2009 at 10:20 AM  

and you stare back into those eyes, reliving those memories,
despite the fact that reality has surpassed it

Nooj June 29, 2009 at 2:53 PM  

spot on :)