Wednesday 11/27/2013 12:24:00 AM

she sighed. violating the silence.

slender twigs of sober trembling at the extremities of the greater tree. desperate stabs of punctuation in a lifetime of run on sentences.

the hours sneak inside. needles full of welcome poisons. skin like ghosts haunt and chafe. at the corruption of their wagers. gravity an unlikely ally. in the war the mirror wages.

the shadows always win. the angles always sharpen.

time like a ribbon. beautiful knots in all the wrong places. and the empty boxes it tempts us to open.

just the edge. in the shallows of when. dull words bruising the wind. heavy fists lapping at the blood.

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