February 2013 (3)

20 February 2013 at 21:52 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

a love chill
spread around
is the only selling item
she could get for free
so sighs dramatically at stinging paper cut

in a series of moments
crammed full with intense experience
she carries a gift in a plastic bag
her fingernails press hard
into flesh of the palm
want to do something
and call it nothing
she could not keep her gaze off
of a price tag
worries spiral down the throat
lodge in her ribcage
she surprised herself by not casting
to be rescued from the heart of matter
if a plan sucks
vision his let – me – tell – you deserves nothing
which she hopes to get less anyway (14th February 2013)


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