Abusers
Faith flaps free on alabaster wings
The night is a blanket where troubled children
Hide their faces from well dressed bogeymen
Hitching like a gargoyle on neglected rooftops
Paralytic touch sends nerves thrumming
Like violin strings untuned, unloved
Dream-dust inhaled brings a terrible fever
As moths and beetles settle on young eyelids
To drink the tears before they're bitter
You'll understand when you're older
They mock us with their bodies;
Polished carapace, ridges down a twisted back
Gangly, barbed, twitching with need
Strumming instruments until they shatter
They're not yours, you distorted their songs
How could you bear to hear it?
Antennae sweep to make sure you're not dead
Talons outstretched, a helping, hurting hand
Wordless desires stab once placid skies
The intruders rear and roar
Grating voices that belong in the past
The flowers weep
For all that will not rise from the ashes
For all that is just a fairy tale
Good intentions
Breathless and bloodless we stay
Fighting monsters in our minds
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Abusers, which
was posted on Dec 2, 2011 by
RachaelRunes.
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About this poem
"An abstract poem about, as the title suggests, abusers of any kind, and those wh..."
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Abstract, Free Verse, Imagery
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