stillborn posted by imani , Saturday, March 20, 2010 at 12:29 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

pain borne of fire,
the abrasions erupt
from nothingness
then the rusty nature
of blood kindles itself
with the memory
of the one who caused
the lashes now
opening loudly on
my skin
the journey of heartaches
and tears
cloud the listless, impoverished
hands that once
sought your face
my smile starved
by the crescent
that cast its
light helplessly on
the burdened, desolate
eyes imagining these
words stillborn
after you.