Still Moving Sinews
No-one survives such an attack
amd we all stood like monuments
baring the nails in her back
Still moving sinews
in a graceful impression of life
shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
fold fear die
Ten finger driven
through the heart, through the core
as I stare into those strange magnetic eyes
and wonder what if : (for you/for me)
are there demons there?
I knew it all the time, The misanthropes
were right to crucify themselves in the
need of a saviour. Still moving sinews
struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
like living black numbers
that drip from the pergament skin
Joined in sweet fury
to anoint the decay
fragile and reddened in lifelost array
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