Wednesday, March 02, 2011
when I feel like this, I only know how to write cryptic words, and vice versa
rain in the gutter
murky milky green
the colour of nature
the colour of bile
bring life -
wash it away
swirl down the drains:
kill on sight
drown me,
or heal pain?
sun after the storm
- not worth looking for
not anymore,
not today
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you silence me
render me glass-eyed
tether me, immobile
a lost cause, even
nature is at wit's end,
you take away everything.
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