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3/15/2011

Perish.
Go ahead and weep.
I am only flickering, afterall.
Run.
It's better if you flee,
cataloging in my head
each number a decreasing score,
a flightless, crying scar
that wants nothing more from me then pain.
Logic your way in
fight your way in deeper.
Depleting incandescence
is all we stop to see.

3 comments:

helloxbeautiful said...

Even though this poem provokes such sadness, your writing is oh so beautiful and captivates my soul. It does every single time I read it. Oh, you are such a remarkable writer, my dear. I absolutely love reading your works of art. You are wonderful. <3

xx

Melee said...

This is a beautiful, haunting piece. <3
(I heard a faint melody in my head as I read this...)

Unknown said...

You always do post the most lyrical little sweet-nothings. How I have sorely missed reading you, Ever x