Sunday, 27 September 2015

Lullaby bye

There are ants in my pants
snakes in my shoes
tumbleweed on the windshield
and demons on the roof.
It is black,
so very black
a roomful of invisible nudes
and dying embers,
rocket scientists
fading into the stars.
There are shards of glass
and shamen in my brain
nails in my coffin
and peace within.

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