Silence of the Brain
This is where creativity is the norm, and you're welcome always
Friday, December 10, 2010
Starvation
a face of valleys and peaks.
and when it speaks,
its mouth a cavern of black.
taken aback by the knees that knock together.
A stomach, a bowl,
not quite whole.
bones constructed of weak groans.
just a bag of skin and bones.
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