My hands were wrung
not long ago, in fact the other day
they grasped towards each other
with a frightening pulse
felt through veins that stretch
across tendons as though they were longing
for escape from beneath - as a millipede would dig
out from the earth
painfully giving resurgence
to the fact that he was more alone there,
that I am alone
with only my hands
to feel what is not here.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
My hands were wrung
not long ago, in fact the other day
they grasped towards each other
with a frightening pulse
felt through veins that stretch
across tendons as though they were longing
for escape from beneath - as a millipede would dig
out from the earth
painfully giving resurgence
to the fact that he was more alone there,
that I am alone
with only my hands
to feel what is not here.
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