Wednesday, March 23, 2011

remorseless

because I have sinned
enough
there is no soft comfort
only the razor blades slow kiss
and the whispered truth of the leather
on skin that prays with
the devotion of a penitent.
the night comes hard
but contrition is only
a dream
in the naked mirror of loneliness.
safety comes with knowing
I have paid for
the seduction of hope

























Jel Ena

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