Still breathing

[Loki Wyrd]

In a breath
  a wind enters
to leave footprints
  in mud paths

  Breathe out
to establish pattern
	Casting the waste
of an abused mind

 

 

 

Edit: The original version of this poem left a bad taste in my mouth. I think it shows more merit now; I refuse to have the previous version on record. If I find out anyone remembers the original, I shall find you...

Edited December 17, 2009 by Loki Wyrd

[Loki Wyrd]

I don't own any children or wives yet

I'm far behind

in life, and who needs love?

when gloves are found much easier

and keep hands warm in winter

Sensitive to the cold touch

of your hands, and pull

of your rotting flesh. Crawling

The hair on my arm stands

to support the leaning pressure

of your fetid odor:

A spider's slow ascension slanting along my spine.

You make me tingle.

Edited December 17, 2009 by Loki Wyrd

[Loki Wyrd]

The keen sense of the abused

stage a survival.

Hollowing moments that echo

breed in the tapping

silences of your smell.

Edited December 17, 2009 by Loki Wyrd

[Preprise]

This is more awesome than buffalo burgers!