slumbering in the fires
19 March 2011
the ropes cut
my hands to
the quick and
the flesh of
my arms to
ribbons.
the precarious stilts
of my legs
wobble, split and
snap beneath my
own weight.
i collapse into
a wheezing, glistening
heap.
and so the
day has only
just begun.
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