My head has cleaved underwater

Glass skin on the brink of shatter

My fingers divulge a sad story

My lips utter a thousand sorries

Can you still see me through this storm of dust?

Hold me raw when my back is smeared with rust?

Am I melting apart as madly as I pray?

Am I to be petrified from forging this way?

This body burns me out, pour the gasoline

Polish me up, and I will wash your hands clean

Saturn’s Venus

2013

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