be the serpent
poetry and prose
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Scorched
Everyday boredom
Repetitive role-play,
It tires her.
She shuts her eyes,
Just for a second,
And tumbles down rabbit-holes,
Plunges through darkness,
Only to be scorched by the light
On the other side of her eyes.
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