Apr 25 2008

Published by masiogradie at 8:19 pm under Poem

She wavers
her dark, pin fist
foiled
her slim, limbless torso
serpentine.
Wordless lips ajar
it stops
in billowing white
it bleeds
where silver trickles
scars from an autumn sky.

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