persephone Posted October 26, 2005 Report Share Posted October 26, 2005 Standing to leaveClosing the book, my hands turn To ice, fingers snow white.I see glitter rain like embers On Guy Fawkes, or stars fragmented At the world?s end,Those beautiful white pages gone Up in smoke, eddying to a non existent heaven.The hummingbird chisels my rib cageAs I gasp to catch an absent breathAs my heart?s blade cutsInto my arms, my throat; so sharpAs though the point had slit or slashedThe veins, and the life were ebbing away. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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