Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Poems and Prose #58 - Vacated

Gone away again,
the room begins
its acrobatic spin.

Grimaces now grins,
I lie down
and fall on in,

embraced now
by some
strangely silent din,

pulling me tightly,
strategically,
till I bend,

my skull now nothing
but a
human-head-shaped fin.

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