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Wounds of Silence
Silence is like fire
Beautiful and quiet enraged with furious passion
Both deadly flames of pain
Able to bum through flesh searing tissue along the way
Heat of silence spares nobody
Once you experience the burn of silence
You will realize the extent of deafness
I realize my own silence and sit here
Trying to deepen the wounds of my flesh
To find answers
Injury
Bone snapped at joint, medial epicondyle
Like driest tinder in Sierras
Excruciating, non-mobile pain
Wrenching through nerves
Traveling to brain back to joint
Arm frozen, no movement
Like a criminal with stylish stone steel
Aiming between brown eyes
Worst than the time
My wrist crushed
Like the aluminum can stomped on
By the recycler in the alley
Scars of manhood
I tell myself
Vegas Baby
Bright lights, a town never sleeps
White tigers disappearing in a Mirage
Pugilist pounding paid in millions
Portable prostitute preying
Upon intoxicating males seeking quick fix
Rats of mobs, rats of streets
Killed as a town never sleeps
Topless dancers shaking round brown nipples
Gyrating pelvis circular in motion
While a crowd entertained
Wayne Newton, legend, Stardust
Tropicana, loose sluts
I mean loose slots
The town never sleeps
With bright lights, cheap liquor and millions
Divulging in Sin City
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