Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Sunday, May 21, 2006
 
Malice

The night cradles her to sleep
but his poems that speak only
au revoir invade her dreams;

wrap around her heart
like eloquent tentacles-

mangling and twisting these
sinews until the fabrics rip
to reveal the festering wound
beneath-

making her
more human than she
already is.

And she jolts awake
grinning at her schemes to come.



cuRRent...jer
  3:00 am


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