Saturday, March 1, 2008

Ache 17


17


go ahead and prove me


wrong. I am an hour
wasted after stale bread,


a tooth / loosened
to the taste of blood.


The body which is fed to crows.

Posted by KW Eccles at 2:23 PM
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