Hang me out to dry,
For I've been drenched in bitter tears.
Days like these are mounted on marbled headstones.
Death is leaning into me, here to rob my love.
It was my own who put me out in disdain,
Rejected me and hid away in safety,
Left me to wander alone.
He took refuge in his skin, sunken corpse.
His eyes shut, he forgets me.
(January 11,2011)~by Keila
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