a blot of ink spilled
across a sheet of paper like
leaves in a book
perched on a wooden
shelf threatening to teeter
over and spill on creaking
floorboards in a wooden
house sinking deeper and
deeper into the depths of
blotted synapse and
leafless trees spreading
roots into concrete and tearing
out and through these concrete veins
and through these concrete lungs of mine
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
a blot of ink spilled
across a sheet of paper like
leaves in a book
perched on a wooden
shelf threatening to teeter
over and spill on creaking
floorboards in a wooden
house sinking deeper and
deeper into the depths of
blotted synapse and
leafless trees spreading
roots into concrete and tearing
out and through these concrete veins
and through these concrete lungs of mine
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