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To My Sleeping Titan
by Meghan HelmichI've not been thrifty with my time,
Pining for two, maybe three
Years ago.
Before I got the blues and ran
Riot with my threaded survival.
That woman is asleep.
She rests quietly under the glass
As I build a new city on the surface,
All towers and windows.
Something like routine goes on
In the pocked face of terror
That the glass will flood
With salt water from a spilling sea,
That she will stir in the waves
And quake with life. 08/23/2011 Author's Note: Re: My addiction to opiates and subsequent state of "recovery."
Posted on 08/23/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
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