Tourniquet
Pushing down, pulling out cartilage.releasing the pressure into a stained life.
Your eyes give you away.
A fabulous specimen,
with a heart meant to rest.
Cut off circulation
to the life I once knew.
You whipser quietly.
We mingle with life,
tangled inside the blankets.
Sweating love amoung the petals.
I breathe out music, repetition.
I screamed for deliverance
and you have saved me.
Put life into my veins.
My tourniquet,
my broken lie.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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