Monday, November 07, 2016

Arcs are Arcs



The acid clenches its ice too far

From the snot to the curve of the arm

Maybe I swam that entire lake

And maybe I just drank it all down



So the numb comes in far too late

To scrub away the tricks of the past

The ridiculous rage that ebbed over floes

In oblivion the daylight expires


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