A Rather Tumultuous Vernacular
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The deadly breeze
That faint crackling of facia when pulled from flesh
That white connective tissue does well to adhere the skin to the meat
That is the sound my heart makes when I am made to separate from you
You are my skin.
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