Tuesday, March 17, 2009

It weighs down his ears

bites his fingers

gnaws on his bones

the black vapour that fills his eyes

    

suffocates the room

its convoluted wraith-like forms

binding the tongue

     

whispered, admitted, found

innocently

chokes the mind

incoherently 

    

A Secret.

Wolfish

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