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Foetus
He entered the
subway car
Fluorescent
burn
smell
She was lying
on the floor
Knees to chest
clad in black leather
Slowly
rocking
rocking
rocking
He looked
down
She looked
Up
No one
saw
No one
told
Heart Rituals
Broken neon
Sliding through the
Broken window
Waiting
Sitting
At the kitchen table
Grey
Mind
Grey
Thoughts
The instruments are shined
Slick time
Going
To the window
Reading the
Sign outside
Throbbing light
Shadows
Reverse alphabets
Behind her eyes
She turns quickly and
Seizes what is near
Steps outside
Into the
Hard
Thick
Evening
Triple
Heavy
Moist sighs
remind her
Faces pointed
Backwards
Make her
Remember
She hides her weapons
As she
Ventures
Onto
The
Street
First unsteady
Then assured
It’s time to go
Leave her to
Her work
While the
Bed she left
Empty
A long
Time
Ago
Explodes
Explodes
Explodes
1 comment:
Foetus
Again, I feel like i know the experience. You describe the feeling vividly. In HEAR RITUALS - it's a twist for me that you are taking a female perspective. It was a surprise and then like stepping into my own jeans. A weightiness to both pieces. Almost like times i recall of being amidst drugs (not taking part) and depression.
Very effective......
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