Jagged Edges

from Atlas At Last by Atlas At Last

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My scales don't shine and my eyes are sinking. I'm soft to the touch. There's a hook in my mouth attached to an unraveling thread making patterns with the omnipotent surface. I'm simply unpalatable. I'd die to lie atop an ice sculpture. It was horrible how they tossed away our heads and plucked out our white pin bones, but it's these times I'm told we find are tough and taste like our teardrops as if we've been living in our own torn-aparts. Jar my neck to the sky only to suck in calamity - it's what I need, the need to breathe deep.

With its jagged edges sawed, I thought I thawed you out, but I see, now, that your hands are still cold.

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from Atlas At Last, released March 20, 2014

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