Monday, October 10, 2011

Monday 10th Prompts

How blood surrenders

Not because we were, but because no-one knew we weren't

All roads lead to the end

The cold, faithless calm of a hospital corridor

I am warming myself at a fire

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers

And then again, it's just a birthday

Patches of dried blood, dessicated screaming

Is that cushion uncomfortable enough?

I am not drowning, but I am not well

We are blinded by our own light, deafened by silence

Swollen lip

The tree opens, the child is eaten

I was not there but I heard the explosion

I was about to ring but changed my mind

Just drinks

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