Thursday, August 9

Festering wounds
virulently scratched,
cherished heirlooms
of sadistic pleasure.

Perhaps not intended
to be so...

Strange,
when the purest part of you
slights the primordial.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Dun we all do this to ourselves time and again?! Hurt ourselves with a vehemence that only we know and bleed and died over and over again...but who cares! the wounds still there..ready for another blow...!

Unknown said...

die*