The Conduit One
Jarboe, Nic Le Ban
I am fury
The smooth and holds
One thousand times lifetime
Penetrated by fluid lies
Injected by my blackened mouth
A skin forced to split
Four glistening lines
Red fey
Randomly drawn
Round wrapped
A bursting poppy canvas
Once white
Blue web with life
Gorgeous lie
Borrowed eyes
Can't see on your own
Transfusion of memory and one
Words break
Bloody running
Finger
In a white wash
Shallow grave
Weighed down
Covered thoughts
Push deep and bitter
Hard heart
Blurred еyes
Truth blunted on a warm red
Pеnetrated by fluid lies
Injected by my blackened mouth
I am fury