Memory

                                                                  deerskull


Dream memories


Of a slap across the face


A hollowness In the belly                            


Aching, twisting fingers


Digging


Pulling


Your heart is a dark moon


Pulling me up


Through acidic waves


To reach


And fall short each time.


 


April 2014


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Published on July 23, 2014 14:05
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