This is not right.

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blackdahlia911

Published: Oct 12, 2012

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Literature Text

_{Coral colored candles flicker in the dark,

a pale glow awakens my tender limbs,

I am filled with a rage so deep

it has drowned itself in sadness,

my veins form shapes and symbols amongst

the shadows on my skin,

they twist tight against me

and then they spark against

the flames of the floating candles,

dark circles orbit my earthly eyes and

I go ahead and touch my tongue to the fire,

my tongue, a flint, rattles my ribs

and shakes my spine,

quick whispered words then paint themselves

across my pelvis;

"I am the spaces between x, y, and z",

but I am also hollow bones, half a memory,

and empty eye sockets,

I can try to burn, to smolder, to churn,

but the water fills my ears

and I can no longer hear the crackle

of my own sorry sins awaiting their last breath,

I am just a sinking submarine with a faulty engine,

but most of the time, you know, I would not change this,

I may be delicate like a baby, baby spider

but that does not mean I am not as powerful as the ocean at night,

and all of these words mean nothing when I picture your hand in mine,

the whole world ignites

and I am caught between strength and sadness once more,

oh, I am dwindling,

I am dying,

but I am not dead yet.}