Day 7

Double edged sword
a selected anesthetic

I hear tell
"Shame is a phenomenon
of the eyes"

Paper cut fingers
drag a numb stylus
across apologetic blue lined paper.

Naive justification
flavored in tepid words.

Opiate Caffeine
and sweet shrouded denied fire.

Life; and asphyxiation drawn
to 100 years.
Noose tightens centimeters a day

My babies dried up
like apricots
in my ovaries.

I carry the missing fortune
of a million DNA's
Siring a drowned nation
in my spaceless form.

Coffee stain rings decorate
delinquent blank lips

Sword redoubled
anesthetic peace.