Their noses sniff the shadows, at dusk
The leaves crumble beneath them
Leaving maps of the past
Forgotten until morning.
I can hear them.
They are only a single nightmare away.
The ivory hangs, but their teeth can taste
The faint
Traces
Of you.
I can never run far enough, fast enough
Because no matter how hard I try to forget,
Their noses appear from under the rug.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
Their noses sniff the shadows, at dusk
The leaves crumble beneath them
Leaving maps of the past
Forgotten until morning.
I can hear them.
They are only a single nightmare away.
The ivory hangs, but their teeth can taste
The faint
Traces
Of you.
I can never run far enough, fast enough
Because no matter how hard I try to forget,
Their noses appear from under the rug.
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