Thursday, July 12, 2007

From a long time ago

I've been sitting here on the edge for a long time now
The empty chair beside me
And my heart is running out the door
It's halfway over the mountains by now

I don't need my body for this relationship anymore
All the breath and skintips
Crawling gnawing scent
Rising blood waves
are sleeping outside the heavy door

Bolted and locked

And every morning I creep out in my nightdress
Tiptoeing over freezing ice floors
To peer through the keyhole and glimpse my body.


At 3:46 AM, Blogger SystemAbuser said...

Love your poems lady....
x x


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