Monday, 21 February 2011

Dead weight

Bones, that barely fill
the hollow
left
between dead weight
and fine film.

I fall behind.

You, wait for me
to stretch and
wrap
what is left.

A layer of protection
but I
fall behind.
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1 comment:

  1. Saya Garapan7 March 2011 at 13:21

    Utterly amazing series of poems here, Little Queen.

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