Re-Composing
Commitment that drains the blood from sleepy eyelids and masks the rotten suggestions from pleading fingers of all the junkies left with nothing to do but lie for spare change. Young minds broken yet malleable, unlike brittle glass, can be re-jigsawed together. Maybe I'm just tired of trying to dissolve crushed glass in water. It will not taste sweet as it lacerates your larynx and refuses to be transformed hear, hear this you tasty morsels of forgotten fruit, forbidding that your skin be broken by virgin teeth and your juicy flesh, oozing flavouring from their exotic entrapment. That in the unconscious memory as a dust lined ornament, but breathing, wait: wait for nothing but to be desired and burning lustful eyes will strip your dust clothes and greet your exposed beauty. You, though beautiful, are not the meaning of life. Greater love than physical union of delighting personality exists! And this existence predicates priority upon its perforated limbs; renewed more solid than im...