A Poet's Dying Breath
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
I am trying to feel nothing,
to keep a tidal wave down.
A knot grows,
creases in the fabric,
so all I need
is the image of a red hot iron
pressing
into what is now a smoldering mess
but at least it's unfeeling.
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