in a black flap
it stirs the air
escapes
once twisted in cruel knots
barbed poison tips
tore paths
inside my heart
now free
it's ragged wings
slice the white clouds
i breathe
it snatches up
the faint shimmers
of the dying sun
hangs black ribbons
in my face
that i claw at
uselessly
becomes the pale webs
and the gray shards
of my past
that wither
eventually
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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