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It's always morning after
by Karen MichelleThese are the moments
after exhale, sprawled
on the ground and
waiting for an
avalanche.
Or maybe I've already
been hit...I don't know
how to close these
veins and stop
the flow of life force
out onto the dirty
terrain.
I am the chasm
within the black hole,
void and breathless.
11/26/2003 Posted on 11/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philippa Jane on 12/01/03 at 05:11 AM I feel like I know this.. like it's within my grasp. Our words are interlaced and it makes me breathless. (I love writing with you.) |
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