23 March 2011

grope through
darkness, unending
the needles
of every
minute
bury themselves
in every
square inch
tissue turns
black
sliding in
deeper, further
no thing
stands still
all of it
goes beneath
the skin and muscle
churning, igniting
every nerve
every capillary
swelling
aching with
infinite exhaustion
feet made
of brick
and the thoughts
of running away
dissipate, vaporize
teeth grit
another hour
just died and
i measured
up to
nothing
not even a
whisper

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