Poetry

Dead Silence
by Alexis Child

Since you said: "Get a tougher skin!"
I no longer feel anything
Guaranteed pain killer
These skin clothes

Stitched and stretched
From head to toe
Lady's flesh suit
Fits snug as a glove

Ed Gein-like
I beat my flesh drum
Howling in the moonlight
As newlydeads
We lay entwined
Spiralling in darkness
Your voice trapped inside
Where you can't tear me apart

Holding your tongue
There are "thinks"
you cannot say