Thursday, November 11, 2010

collapse

The soft crush of silence
Torn hollow
Seeping, sticky, solidifying
'til gravelly concrete pours and sets
Eyes seeing, but blind
Ears hearing, but deaf

Just gently drawing breath
A chrysalis in a stone cave

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