Friday, April 24, 2015

(xxxii) this particular Silence

Her presence echos
through vacant
hollow sheets
off the metallic bedspread
She springs and leaps

a pale lit face
the way a voice
can't breath
beneath the sewers
of city streets

cold barren floorboards
support this stranger
as Her hips grow wider
a pumpkin carved figure

within the creaking
beneath her feet
and subtle flicker
in Her eyes
casting shadows
sunken and dry

i find
a stranger
lurking beneath
breathless doors

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