Oct 2014
The days squeeze
all the air from lungs,
all the blood from veins;
Freezing the warmth
that beats within.
Until silence
curls
around crying lips,
in the dead hours after midnight.
all the air from lungs,
all the blood from veins;
Freezing the warmth
that beats within.
Until silence
curls
around crying lips,
in the dead hours after midnight.
(c) MKD 2014
