Saturday, November 24, 2018

Read me like a prayer.

We are heads with no faces.
Our mothers disgraces.
We are soundless beings.
Our ears are emptiness we need you.
I pray to fly you in the sky even if it's just for a day.
Give me love, give me eternal salvation.
I feel speechless.
My body is tied to every radiator.
Harvest me. Please harvest me.
God bless me. God remember what I wrote about the grave yard. I wish it was a love poem.
This is my prayer. This is my love poem.
Hang us on the wall. Hang us like paint on a steeple, Jesus on a cross, A fish on a hook.

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