Sunday, January 19, 2014


Ear infected with water
Sounds muzzled
As pus oozes from the eye
Drowning is the new baptism
Death an infinity
To hide the sores that home maggots
Writhing in ceaseless patterns through your skin
Burrowing into those voiceless chords
Breathing in the dust of dead dry skin
Blistering soil eases paralysis
Parched sounds fade away
Hope had been laid to rest
Now can you.

- 20 / 01 / 2014

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