laced appendages posed to unravel
grips slip, skip steps and stages
this is not a body, it’s a time capsule
submerged, inside it’s only pages
yellowed, scented, tender, tearing,
teasing and jarring, wide-eyed, staring,
blank and uncaring, anxious to hint
but someone is biting my tongue
this is my carbon fingerprint,
graphite powder sighs over silver
strong, distilled spider silk sings along
until white rays graze the surface
no shadows over my shoulder,
my chest is open, my toes are cold
04.10.2010
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