*footsteps placed carefully
alone in a dark stairwell
girl do you know if
the echoes are heard
sliding of gravel
cracking under bare touch
furling of fingers
clench the shivering teeth
slow breath
quiet breath
listening for nothing
looking into a void
no light, no light
no voice, no figure
yet following close
closing in too quick
motionless and moving
light whispers
omnipotent and unwavering
girl where do you run
guessing for sight
calloused fingertips
against empty walls
surrounded and surrounding
light brush of sound
heart like a drum
dead end, dead end
the reaping of life
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Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 11:19 PM UTC
*footsteps placed carefully
alone in a dark stairwell
girl do you know if
the echoes are heard
sliding of gravel
cracking under bare touch
furling of fingers
clench the shivering teeth
slow breath
quiet breath
listening for nothing
looking into a void
no light, no light
no voice, no figure
yet following close
closing in too quick
motionless and moving
light whispers
omnipotent and unwavering
girl where do you run
guessing for sight
calloused fingertips
against empty walls
surrounded and surrounding
light brush of sound
heart like a drum
dead end, dead end
the reaping of life
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