Tuesday, January 3, 2012

little bones and a teaspoon of dust

cuts are random
flowers they shrivel
my glass like crystal droplets
shatter across my bones
am I thoroughly broken?

there is no sense of time
a crystal wounded creature
bound in a vacuum of nothingness
I could surf through space and time
wondering where my bones belong

dust is heavy
covers me as I sleep
and ever

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