Thursday, July 7, 2011

I feel you climbing up,

clambering through the dampened tunnel

rooted in purgatory.
I feel you reaching out,
like some willful militia
born from my veins.
I hear you retching
and choking in your own,
liquid form.
and I see you gasping,
growling,
hollering
at the still born plasma
come to drown you.

And still you come,
in rain, in sleet, in shine,
you come to fill my sweet bowl
up with a melancholy surprise.
you come to clean me out
and fester for a while.

I can't tie you down
I can't bring you with me
you were never mine to keep.

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