a chapped abyss of innocent words
Sunday, April 5, 2009
blood pressure
a long-bladed dagger in your heart
with every beat, it ticks
side to side
like a metronome
as if your breast plate was
irregularly absent.
and if the scent
catches any updraft
it's necessary to hold your breath
to keep the downpour
at bay.
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