Standing in the rain
You crumble under the controlling winds
My tongue tastes natures bitter metallic warnings
Of a lifetime coming
On watching you bleed
The scratching of ill defeated fingertips
Scarring your skin
Leaning against a brick wall
Hopelessly watching everyone else
Be what I never was
Interchanging forked tongues
erasing me
My wounds blend into the background
The light that goes unseen
Dying under the blend of a thorned rose wallpaper
2020 copyright cynipoeti title: eyes of erasure.
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