paintedfish Posted December 19, 2008 Share Posted December 19, 2008 Today I stand thinking, Thoughts of you creeping in. Flesh and form Bringing the carpet to my face, Dust mites gnawing my brain. I am watching minute snow drift In the sunlight, falling On the hot, plush landscape That lays scratchy beneath my cheek. My skin is crawling; Maybe the mites got bored With my hollow head And have started to explore The geography of my body. Past the rivers and canyons Of my face, on to the vines That cord my neck, Past the the caves That make up my chest And the earthquake Residing in my stomach. They find nothing And I am lost again, Watching the sunlit snow On the hot, plush landscape That lays soggy beneath my cheek. Link to comment
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