tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100569992011-04-21T20:47:14.309-07:00Deborah Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916409111057431368noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10056999.post-1107438338981999512005-02-03T05:40:00.000-08:002005-02-03T05:45:38.980-08:00When I set myself on fire <br />inviting you to look, <br />this is poetry. <br /> <br />Peel away my flesh, <br />find a glowing sun. <br /> <br />Cut my aching throat, <br />hear the murmur of the ocean. <br /> <br />My body, a rich leather book <br />could hold a rainbow of sonnets <br />for the senses. <br /> <br />They wait to be written. But first, <br />you have to look. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10056999-110743833898199951?l=bachplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deborah Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916409111057431368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10056999.post-1107408440006795932005-02-02T21:25:00.000-08:002005-02-02T21:27:20.006-08:00Tonight I let my heart bleed out, <br />I did it at the gym. <br />All over the floor, <br />It was a mess. <br />Every last drop, <br />Came gushing, rushing, jumping out. <br />First black, then, blue, then red. <br />There was no purple. <br />I was surprised. <br />The janitor was annoyed. <br />So was the policeman. <br />I apologized. <br />But really, I was happy. <br />Had to get it out. <br />Get it all out. <br />All that poison, all that evil <br />Get it outside me. <br />Once and for good. <br />As I drove home, <br />The breeze was warm against my skin. <br />I held my secret close to me. <br />That all my blood <br />Had spilled out. <br />Gushed out, rushed out, jumped out <br />At the gym. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10056999-110740844000679593?l=bachplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deborah Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916409111057431368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10056999.post-1107407921760436772005-02-02T21:08:00.000-08:002005-02-02T21:18:41.760-08:00Your gaze stabs me. Your eyes <br />fix just below my carotid artery. <br />Stab me there. <br />Birds bleed above us. Their cries <br />rain pure terror from above. <br /> <br />I feel my life force leave me. <br />Feel my breath force through <br />my bones. They snap and bend <br />in the wind. <br /> <br />Hollowness has consumed me. <br />Emptiness, flatness, coldness. <br />More frigid than your voice. <br />More damning than your face. <br /> <br />I am alone. <br />I am alone. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10056999-110740792176043677?l=bachplayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deborah Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13916409111057431368noreply@blogger.com0