Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Poem: DUSTY MIRROR
Dusty mirror what do you feel?
Slow foaming heartbeats of decaying blood
or
a frenzied fuck gilded happiness
Dusty mirror what do you see?
Sloping sour pale unbitten breasts
or
red, plate sized tits, chewed and spread
Dusty mirror what do you want?
A tangled strangled continuance
or
a life.
Angela Norris
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2 comments:
I did like the reflection that I saw.
Thank you Anonymous. Reflections can be exciting, revealing and funny.
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