Tuesday, 21 February 2012

“Tent”

Our breath entwines, eyes aligned , hot bodies make steam in this harsh cold room
Chests eroding into gold dust, glaring light dulled by cheap fabric
Listening to my nonsense keeps me in touch
I haven’t felt a presence this strong
My tears are welling, falling, filling
Violent streams of anger take me
Bash me off sharp rocks
bloodied water
I planned this

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