Favilla and I (Part 2)

Salt Flats,UT

Hold me Favilla…..
The serpent terrifies the child within
As it slithers between the stones
Drugged and still reeling from
The pain inflicted upon my soul
Razor tongue wet on my belly
Strain a gift of persecution
Heaven was the flickering shadows
Wrought by the infomercial’s spit
As I reject the notion of peace
As I crave the wars of inner instability
Their sin something so familiar
Something I’ve come to know and adore
Drown me in the recess of in-betweens
Put despair back into my quiet heart
Ripen the meat so it is good to eat
For in this desert….
The favored are the dying……the prolific…….


~ by ryantyrl on December 25, 2009.

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