18 June 2009


whispering voices in the dark
keep her awake long enough
veined deep stabbed in her head
colours flow around words
sawdust floats through her vision
trampled beneath wetness
streaming down her cheeks
flowing curving atop the fluff
like pollen blowing in the breeze
attached bitter biting to everyone

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