"crucify my paper tiger"
"crucify my paper tiger"
by Switch (The Poet) A fragile silhouette slipped on something a little more comfortable- blanch silk wrapped in navy noose: this eulogy is beautiful. She lusts the touch, the stain I spill across her limbs; I'll tell her everything she wants to hear- because I wrote the book on us. This is love with dashed guidelines, margins, and pencil perfect nothings: my cursive serenade. This song makes better braille- but she knows that more than anyone. My little anything I want, welcomed to fold. I'd like to think us more than origami makeshift: duct tape & staple, mane of paperclip. I loved her on dawn of inkblot, and through the lost quotation- but this question mark you wear is no enigma. Beneath the misanthrope your paper maché quivers; dampened by your own metaphor, you risk womb for slight of hand. You have no spine and for that I'll hold you closer- as your conclusion finishes i: our stigmata divine- crucifixion of the paper tiger; I am your pleasantry vindicated in lacerate: ϯ We are artificial- answered blanks surrounded by the quills forgotten question; I'll hold these paper cuts to my heart short a postage mark. Untold in ink, so sincerely- I always loved the lack of right, in this love I never chose to write. |
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