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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drilling Holes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drilling Holes<br>Date: May 6,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crowd into this dungeon<br>Where chemicals scoop out the rot <br>From my brain. I lay flat bellied<br>Drool dripping from the jar<br>Inside the dream, my curtains are black. They are<br>Blowing, blowing, blowing, away the whispers from<br>My dead eyes. Dark stains puddle the carpet<br>And I laugh, weep, for no particular reason<br>I took hold the cup and sucked it dry<br>My mouth is fat and sated<br>So, I've no need for more thick black tar.<br>Else my tongue will turn bitter, bitter, bitter<br>Jealous of the instant coffee steaming from my cup.<br>It's poured, black, hot, and artificially sweetened<br>Perfect, to wash down the drone<br>Of jackhammers squealing false promises to my soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cobwebs have grown thick<br>Across the doors but I still hear the ocean's<br>Droning kiss through the cold of twilight fog. <br>It keeps whispering…goodbye, goodbye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seems my mouth has <br>Grown hair and I spit to expel <br>The poison. I dredge and dredge<br>Scooping flies from bile filled rivers.<br>And I lay here…mind swimming against the tide<br>Blowing thoughts past the window... in and out<br>In and out of the sunshine. Tidbits curl like lies<br>To a stranger and I hear the tap, tap, tapping<br>Of songs…the words long forgotten<br>La, la, la…whispers like a feather in the dark<br>Tickling my elbow. Someone's digging<br>Trying to wake my confessions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ghosts wail, behind these walls<br>Drilling holes two inches apart in my soul<br>And the wolves are at the door<br>Hose in hand…ready to siphon away my secrets<br>They scribble blood stains on their lined white pads<br>But, I look past them, refuse to unlock the door<br>Go away, go the hell away<br>I scream…can't you see my grave<br>Leave me to my brine and bone<br>I'd rather be alone. cause I don't want to know<br>Someone new. There's no new dress to wear<br>Out there on those empty streets<br>I'm naked here, and that's how I like it<br>My flesh is still hot from the iron<br>Can't you smell it….the heat? <br>My wounds whisper to you, leave us, leave us<br>Leave us to suffer in our cold dark vessel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those damned vulture's just won't fly<br>Until they pry and pry, to steal away my words<br>Peck, peck, pecking…always pecking at my eyes<br>Trying to dig up my depraved soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">************************************* ********<br>Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leria+Hawkins">Leria Hawkins</a><div class=q>
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Date: May 6,2012

I crowd into this dungeon
Where chemicals scoop out the rot 
From my brain. I lay flat bellied
Drool dripping from the jar
Inside the dream, my curtains are black. They are
Blowing, blowing, blowing, away the whisp..."></div>
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