Saturday, November 13, 2010

No sense

Deafening roar through my consciousness
Raging scream short-circuits
My brain
Smell fear
Touch vibrating to touch
Screaming pierces my heart
Breath stops

Silence
Collapse
And a pile of ashes remain

[1997/8]
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