Category : Poems

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I want to bend and tip my skull

To let the liquid spill

For it to run past my ears, my chin, my neck

To drip - and get the pages wet.


I want my hands to carve a hole

Out of my breathing chest

To stare at my heart beat

As it stills inside my breast.


I want to see the light dim

I want to feel the shade

I need to know the shadows names

For when they come to my parade.