I feel it all over me
covering every millimeter
one finger
brushing against the other
this loose clothing
a terrible mistake
another clash of leg hairs
sending chills up my spine
pressing nails into palms
to joggle my mind
from the pain
of wearing skin
even a light knock
releases the blood flow
and extracts a yelp
so thin and pale
translucent
giving window
into my mind
I've always been
an open book
onionskin leaves
rebound
stolen from
the back of
one hundred
Bibles before
they were tossed
upon a fire
read the pages
inscribed upon my limbs
quickly now
before the rain comes
and my story must be
written yet again
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Beautifully written, K.B.