8.06.2008

too young

her fingers splayed against her flesh
felt the beginnings of despair
seep in at the tips
curling their roots around her womb
sending shoots into her veins, to her heart --
cracks skittered across its surface
paper thin concrete overpowered
by insolent spears of green defeat
finally tightening on her breath, declaring
victory with a vicious sigh.
with every twitch of that microscopic life,
her own seeped out, uncontrolled
like death, her dreams glazed her eyes
and evaporated, tears impossible to cry
no release, just brutal pillage
ravaged and emptied
for a twitch.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this fear seems persistent.