The Other Side Of The Reflection

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He hides away in his fortress.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Smell Of Bath Water

It's not the promised sweet slip into sleep.
More like choking; gasping and coughing.
Dizzy the white walls will bounce back and forth.

Practice takes time.
Every second below the surface lasts a hundred years.

Pin me down.
I'll never sleep on my own.

1 comment:

  1. "And her frozen pulse quickens as the black plot thickens... "

    I love you. *Hugs* <3