Thursday, April 17, 2008

Rip

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