As we reach the end of our wick
As we reach the end of our wick
hearts made shallow and clear from heat
lit from within
like a woman with three hearts
who melts forward on her stem
we sink down
and burn the last small ounce around us
holding, expiring,
drowning
on a pedastal of tin.
hearts made shallow and clear from heat
lit from within
like a woman with three hearts
who melts forward on her stem
we sink down
and burn the last small ounce around us
holding, expiring,
drowning
on a pedastal of tin.
posted by k_sra at 10/25/2004 01:38:00 PM
1 Comments:
you know...i'm really really sorry i haven't visited this site recently...and i'll do my best to catch up...dammit!
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