pluck my bones from my skin
pull the flowers off the stem
peel away all of my flesh
and give me a final breath
lace the vines through my veins
grit my teeth against the pain
steal the color from my eyes
make it black and make me blind
cut your lip on spider silk
all the trees around you wilt
in these moments of the end
your body's bones begin to bend
your lover is a reaper in disguise
and when he comes...close your eyes
YOU ARE READING
The Confines Of Love
PoetryI am a poet, you are a poet. But the confines of love stop me from being a poet. I find it hard to write when Im in love All I can think about Is the feeling The Confines of Love....
