Rorschach Test

September 23, 2011
By SaraRoxsHerSox SILVER, McVeytown, Pennsylvania
SaraRoxsHerSox SILVER, McVeytown, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Brochacho!"


Yesterday he showed me his bruises.

Pulled his sweater up and underneath his breast

They were scattered across his ribcage like a

Little patch of violet rorschach tests.

He said, "Just because I can't crawl inside you

That doesn't mean I'm not your parasite."

He used to be so radiant.

So s**y when he laughed.

Now his eyes look like gravesites as he speaks in epitaphs.

Half asleep in an open grave,

I'm gazing into the sky carving his shape into the dark clouds.

I want him to drown me in his poison.

I thought he was sewing up my wounds,

But he was just putting tumors inside them.

A pair of cracked snowflakes bleed behind a veil of crimson butterflies.

His face is a heaven littered with dead angels.

I bathed in their blood, and

Slept upon their severed wings,

Imagining a place called innocence.

I see flashes of pale skin writhing in bruised ecstasy.

I am the immortal disciple of a dying god.

His smile has gone and in the bedroom,

There is only the hollow scraping of skeletal lovers, dreaming of skin.



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