Oct 06, 2008 00:07
She fell.
And for an instant
I glimpsed
The future.
The sense of impending doom
Settles over me again
Like a fog
And I feel mortality wrap
Long, spindly fingers
Around my throat.
I sway, sway, sway, sway
Tique toque tique toque
Like a pedulum
From my noose
With mortality wrapped lovingly
Around my throat.
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but its good!
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