from... By Harry Slater

epitomize silence in the cold in the dark there are no words only echoes of breath flakes of dead skin catching the last embers of day they dance currents sway unseen beauty unstolen fragile perfect forever when we are gone parts remain fibres long discarded never sought for our price

when stains fade liquid to gas to nothing last reminder debts to pay cancelled now venture forth into the quiet murmur not lest we wake the dead apologies caught fast in throats closed love frozen on lips kiss her hold her

but returns are fixed hands shake clasped begging forgive us we know nothing truth lost betrayed spent raped innocence cast aside fallen to the lions ripped flesh from bone concentrate hard on the one thing we find bearable used up now grinding teeth replace hope

take the noose lash it well pray it holds for two one will be enough branch out be as all splintered fractured alone just hold me and whisper in my ear it will all be fine I swear I'll believe you

Copyright © 2004  Harry Slater Images courtesy and copyright ©2004 of Bob Eells www.plasmator.net thanks Bob.

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