Thursday, February 21, 2008
Drainage
my soul has spilled over
an inkwell bubbling
it is dripping down my legs;
spider veins and
trickles
a river of resin
streaming from eyeballs
settling into murky pools
that bury my ankles
like shackles
a crack in iron
and it is running, free, free,
free, free, free.
i am melting
from the inside out
my black rainbow
escapes.
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