Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Tuesday, March 4, 2008

note: i am not a photographer.



I see eyes shrinking
and limbs twitching
like neurotic fish.

I hear the crackling
of freezerburned skin,
the bursting of scarred
sockets.

I taste the icy sludge,
the bitter gout of blood
lingering on the lips–

like this dead winter.

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