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The Dark Side of Time



I want to slip into my skin...
stitch it up
feel it pressed against my bones
and stretched across my ligaments.

Where I can explore and examine...
what it knows
what it holds within
memories of me
and the stories that it's told.

It seems that I've forgotten
the wishes and feelings
that once stirred
beneath my flesh
and danced within my dreams.

Can I find them again...
if I walk around in my skin
stretched across my shell of a skeleton
and touch with my own feet
and touch with my own hands
what I cannot touch in the dark?
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Christy said…
Perfect with the photo.
7:43 AM
frabjouspoet said…
Thanks. I'm going to do some experimenting with poetry and photography after seeing a friend of mine do it. It won't be anything like yours, but I'll do what I can in Photoshop.
12:15 PM
Christy said…
Whatever. I think a poetic soul can always find a way to express what they mean, given whatever tools they can find. Cameras too.
11:35 AM
Christy said…
Rather, cameras included. That makes more sense :)
11:36 AM
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