I treasure The bits of you Left under my nails After I scrached your back And this leaves me feeling Demented What have you become of me? Untamed, desperate All the clinging attempts I've made at you Are vunerable only to be Promptly, so precisley So politely, so cleanly Deleted. If I could I would I would burn you all away With shakes of a bottle And a scrape of my lighter From my head and dreams In passion and fury and finale Since when was I such an arsonist? I have become of such decomposure That I slither I'm legless On the grounds of my own inside I've been truly dismantled By a phantom whirlwind -the apple of my eye- Which quite literally Took my legs I'm a horrible warning An example for all to see Hanging from my wrists on the washing line But I fear, I shan't dry I think, quite rightly That potatos will grow on trees Before you give me back my legs again Isn't it? The pigs are like clouds in my sky, As I said, I'm legless I've already surcumed to so many forevers Forevers are all I've ever managed to be.
crumbs, this seems to have a lot of hidden darkness in it. is the person literally legless or drunk legless? kind of sounds like a murderer who's burnt off her/his legs and set someone alight....not sure though. very very powerful.
