

Silver NailsI look at these fingersSilver Nails
Plump , tall bones that never seem to stop growin'
Away from their roots , away from the hands that bind them
And when they move , I shiver with pen in hand
They move
To stretch to their tips
To curve and twist at every which way and end
To crumble like a spider's legs
To wrap themselves around this pen
What is it about nails , that makes this ugly girl , feel feminine?
Is it the shine , the polish , the sharpness ?
I do not wear gold
I'm a poor , ugly g
Lovelt

yellow bird.yellow bird
yellow-bird with coffin breast, roosted sling of matchsticks and spider legs- Ive watched her strip them in twilight from bulging blood bodies, grapes shell eat, wine to throat, a song to sing beneath slated roof.
A screw, a bolt, Ive turned a winding fir branch into mechanics of hands and clutching. A trap: salted fish with thumbtack scales- an unkeeping of flight, on the snow of the perch.
I sweep song to ring with muted clapper,
between beak hammered shut, wool-bite moth with snap-close wings, pinned to
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Und der Blick ins Leere.
I really appreciate it
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If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by...
I hope I can become as skilled in writing as you!
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"Sir Kururugi.....BUBBLES!!!!!!" (Code Geass R2 episode 7)
& thankyou I hope to write beautiful pieces of artwork. =]
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