Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Bloody entrails
Splattered on the walls
Dinner is served

2 comments:

  1. Ice crawling on heated flesh.
    Burning, Melting, Joining the abyss,
    She clings to words, nothing more.

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  2. Fluid world of blue and green,
    In my previous life, a mermaid:
    still I'm lured by shining things.

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