Tuesday, November 25, 2008

slipping
me
you
the world
all swirling, all fringing
screaming, my voice is crushed
by the terrible silence
i see you
the edges are all wrong 
they lose their shape
they drift
they splinter
they shatter
i clutch at the edges
the edges slicing my hands
the pain shoots
but its nothing
it's all slipping
away like sand
kicked by the wind
even the pain
hollow on the inside,
as all around me
the world silently drifts 
apart
leaving me 
to stand on the small patch of 
earth
at my lonesome feet
alone

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