Feb 2015
you were the veins
at my throat;
roots
protruding through
diaphonized
lungs;
pain on display
pickled, prodded,
left…
a hanger for dust
galvanized no more.
at my throat;
roots
protruding through
diaphonized
lungs;
pain on display
pickled, prodded,
left…
a hanger for dust
galvanized no more.
