Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Light

I slipped on something red
Face first acquaintance with the ground
Poison ambrosia berries shining bright overhead
Tantalizingly out of reach,
just enough to muffle the demon
A blinding light that strains the eyes
Scorching flesh at it's caress
Like a kick in the stomach
forcing me back into the corner
Not meant for these arms
Forbidden to touch
Thieving my breath…

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