day 93 . barbed

fear of the
unknown touch
that punctures the
flesh when
wrapped around the
yearning heart
scorches the
razor sharp
lust erects the
craving into a
bitter sweet
oblivion

Published by madmagpie

bipolar, clown, poet, wordbutcher, doom, gloom, love, espresso, paradise, lost, beyond

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