fragments

Apr 21, 2008 17:11

Rafters falling from the ceiling
Faded idols cracked and peeling
The virgin's bloody eyes
Have long ago run dry
But copper stains still remain
To blame you for your sins

A snippet of something that was never finished. Prose in the vein of Worship at your body temple, whispered prayer upon your hips, sacred/sexual imagery that's been running around in my head for months but can't gain enough ground to ignite into a full piece. Smoldering in my imagination. Writing it out before I lose track of it.
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