Four

Were your arms made to wrap me?
shields from cruel realities
tearing flesh and shattered bone
figments best shaken
flies from a corpse.
these arms hold fast
restful irresistible peace
oft lusted never long
Reality continues to ruin all.

 

No broken bodies show.
only eyes flat and voices empty
not real not real not real
keep it on the other side

 

Tight arms crush and
eyes close
these be my walls.
February 11, 2017
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