Broken frame angel, look not without

For no physician's splint could heal the wounds,

no serum for the disease,

Like Bacchus, drink these fiends merrily of your wine,

plundering autumn's stash,

raping you limb from limb as they please,

Engorged, plumped ambrosial fruit; summon gnats

that gnaw the veil of your paper skin without remorse,

Look not yonder to the greener pastures, nor elder healers

For there, pincered scavengers know your flesh will soften in due course,

Alas, no extremity will remain untouched,

not flesh, nor skin, nor sinew--not even marrow,

So broken frame angel, look not without,

Sit…breathe….listen to silence..You can only do this on your own.

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[Edited 3/22/13 20:25pm]