Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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Claw fingers
into angel wings

fly away
seeking

My belly aches
writhes
coiled demon agitation

Grim tidings
write themselves
across flesh
runic script
scrawled omens.


The story unfolds
in torn days
to healing night

My light is strong
as it dies

3 comments:

Kate said...

I don't feel like my light is strong today. I am going to ponder that.

burning moon said...

such strong foreboding in this. it makes me feel tense to read it

Chris Never said...

Thanks Kate,

My light fluctuates, like a sputtering bulb lol


Yeah, I was letting the years drama's get to me when I wrote this, and if I let it, thats how I feel...tense *laughs*