The light catches his body and
will not let it go, as I lie
and smile and make the appropriate
movements, always thinking -
my head never shuttering, never silenced
as I count up the crimes of the day,
reflected from sight of the light of him,
slapping my face as it hits.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
The light catches his body and
will not let it go, as I lie
and smile and make the appropriate
movements, always thinking -
my head never shuttering, never silenced
as I count up the crimes of the day,
reflected from sight of the light of him,
slapping my face as it hits.
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