
IndustrialHeavy-handed and provocative;Industrial by ~RoseForlorn
to smile at a thousand chances-
the one you sweat for is like
bloodied, rusted palms
that will never cleanse.
Dry, unwounded, scabbed hands.
Crackling fingers who
loose what was never anyone's
to give away or take.
No one ever did.
I burn inside with
this mouth of grit-
shattered teeth worne in sleep
and stones savored complacently.
I am nourished
I am nourished.
Love is an illusion but
these hands, I cannot deny
are stained. And
I will not be the same without you
I am not the same without you
I am engulfed aflame-
This ache is tinder
upon my touch
with a heat
that could fuel a revolution.