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Silent Keys

Silent Keys

i eat your fingertips,
sway on my skin.
scratch. scratch. nails.
tap. tap. bare.

slipped words from
plastic cranium.
guided – never my own.
compositions
deficient of
discriminations,
moralizations,
eradications.

a stubborn key.
“sssssssssssssssssssss”
screen speak.

your fist collides upon my
rectangular skull.
letter coughed up,
continue please.

                 “she is here.
                 her creamy champagne hair,
                 gilded locks on the floor.

                 if your desire is dear,
                 trade in green for gold.

                 you have 2 days.”

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Author's Note: This one is a little different. I actually use a lot of pronouns --something I try to stay away from-- since I tackled this poem with a first person point of view.

Any thoughts?

Thanks for reading! ^.^

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