untitled by Richard TrotterOnce again, wrinkling spidery ribcage
shudders like a sniper, blind
suddenly standing on cardboard steps.
Once again, a heart that sinks
like a warhead, dead in the sea
dropped from the simplest ship of weakness,
when the innocent cuts you carve
would heal in the morning if I need you
and every pore was branded for you. 12/19/2003 Author's Note: i wrote this today on my break at work, where I did a 13 hour shift.
Posted on 12/19/2003 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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