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Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
Epiphany
A black pen, a worm chewing through
wood, waiting for flesh.
Crunching its way through shadow.
Candle wax on skin
setting hard in its way.
A flick of the wrist
and the ink scratch stains.
Trying to find a way
to communicate with vision.
Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.
Calculating the way with mind
set to epip...
Friday 1st March 2013 12:31 am
Pale Membrane
Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.
Friday 1st March 2013 12:27 am
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