Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Poem for the Bloody Hearts


The walls around my heart
like the most porous walls
ever.

The cuts are slowly deepening
until there will be no heart left
either.

The blood rains on the plains.

No more the river.

2 comments:

emily said...

Wait wait wait... the unicorn is named Findhorn?

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