Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: January 24, 2017 in Poetry
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a vulgar display

 

your wicked ink

 

bleeds

 

cavernously inside me

 

ember flames engulfed

around words of

misery, eroticy and disdain ~

you imprison me; that

when you punch a hole

through my concrete jungles

the electric stars and the tranquil moon

burn bright with vulgarity

 

 

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