Saturday 23 January 2010

Re-heated spaghetti
Another book abandoned part way through

Another night of bedroom silence

Swallows me completely

And i think i might drown in these pajamas
I think i might be swept out to sea


Twisted legs and twisted heads,
High tide and i am stranded.

Water envelops my body.

Slowly breathing and slowly swallowing.

I am sinking.
I am drowning.
I am theirs for the taking.

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