Saturday, November 13, 2010

Closed gate

I see her face
above the wooden gate
eyes wide
staring beyond me
mouth open
to scream

Mouth closes
she leans forward
the gate opens slowly

Blood drips from her lips
Blood drips from her body

A river of blood
without any bridge

[1997]
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