arm of silence

New silence poetry

Robbed by arm of silence
So gripped by gust of blood
Skin and memory
Armored in the forgotten touch
My borrowed energy
In the wisp of a climax
There in the moment
Of utter gentleness
I am passing by
The tortures of knowing
Essence of ugliness and existence
As a prostitute of pain
I am the swallowing,
Bubbles of rain and rust
The peel of utter
Hidings, remnants
Like anthill happiness.

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