My fingers sting
From the lucrative scales on his back.
My lips are
Slaves to the infallible.
The rebellion//
Your rebellion//
Caresses the cuts, persuading them to the plaster.
Icarus's ashes fade from my
Vision.
And risks//
At risks//
are dragging themselves into my mouth.
and i salivate
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Confession|ACR 2
PoetryConfession is a poetry anthology that seeks to unnerve and evolve the contemporary style through its brutal analysis of the issues that plague the young, modern zeitgeist. Its judicial theme of confession creates an unforgiving and relentless pace t...
