my hands

skyeriverwinter

bleached clean... foul white paper
hack with... oh wicked tongue
slap on... deceit enshrouds
weighted air ...oh i can not breathe
waving quill... does not erase
impale...rot flesh...oh rot!
stench drifts...blindly stumbling
oozing lymph ...oh pus filled scab
victor rides high... shiny affectations
filth cupped...oh my hands

tchaliz

that's so dark little river,
T