This poem is about when a friendship reaches its breaking point. |
Powdery thin, soft, translucent skin Under my trembling fingers as I work fast To repair all her rips and tears But her skin gives me paper cuts I told her once I'd put her back together If she fell apart So here I am fullfilling my promises Mending her skin Feeling guilty for her sins Blushing for her in mortification Glue back the pieces of a picture torn By fingers that could barely rip the paper Paper.... Rolled up with herbal escape in the middle To smoke and drift..drift away With the vapors that secrete from her tightly drawn lips Chase those vapors and in doing so Open... Open wide sweetie...let it all out Scream..cry for that precious smoke as it drifts Across the room and into my mouth She sat in the corner watching me with such contempt Silent hate filtering from her gaze Across the room to me...her savior Such agony in her beautiful, bloodshot eyes That I almost felt guilty... Almost.. Guess I'll get mad instead Now here I go to her Doing the forbidden..giving into temptation Touching her papery thin skin with sharpened nails Ready to tear her apart, rip her insides out Only to find... She turned to dust beneath my touch |