Poems from fallen
With the bed of roses are the thorns intertwined with them.
Such beauty comes with pain, and with pain comes the blood.
Such soft plump...
Pause, I am your equal.
I can't grasp what people say,
at least they fit in their skins!
They put me on a pedestal, they hang me up with...
What are you waiting for?
There's your target.
Your arrow, I see it's glint in the fog.
They're whispering.
It's all set, you've chosen...
My name must be baby.
You see my hips swinging down the train station platform,
my skirt above my knees and a button or two open on my...