Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Apathy Of The Limb

Growing weaker
the muscle in a box.
Beating twice as hard as normal-
the heart in bondage,
And blood filled skin craves to be whipped by the cold,
Whipped to a bloodless and numb place.
Palms unbruised 
never used.
Good health, a badge of laziness,
And the real world waves lashes I may never know.


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