"that's from the barbed wire"
she had skin of silk
smooth and strong
beautiful to touch
with silk around you
you always get warm
feel warm
you can't escape it
I watched her skin
her silken exterior
and saw occasional rips
small spare tears
with little dots of blood
tracing the edges
I had to ask
and she told me
"oh,
that's from the barbed wire"
and I suddenly
internally panicked
what did they do to her
how did they hurt her
...or was she trying
to escape
their potential torture
how could they destroy
this silken beauty
how --
then I wondered
where the barbed wire
was
I wondered where
the torture was
and then I wondered
if the barbed wire
was inside her
trying to tear her
silk
trying to break its way
out
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Martes, Mayo 3, 2011 - 17:14
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