fingernails are tombstones in flesh,

in my palms, they scream; hurl with

white lashed tongues and decrepit

aftermath.



i've been hollowed out,

dug in, tossed, and turned.

the serpent in me hisses

as i lay my head upon a stone.



but the underworld

had forgotten the tune, it

sang my spine and lingered.

it was there, in those foul notes,

that i found the hole,

there i fell, there i was glanced

along rocks and glass

and your eyes.



they struck me,

with a backlash and fury

that i thought not even god could wield.



the terror had lasted six ticks,

the wonder an aftertaste for centuries.



(i could be lost

in the labyrinth of you, but

these legs have

trekked too many roads, and

i lack the courage

to tread.)

02/10/2004

Author's Note: rofl. good call, sarah. pfft.

Posted on 02/11/2004
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