Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I Murdered a Man

I murdered a man
in a cold blooded flood of
passion/anger/frustrated peace.

I didn't look back until I did.

I saw him rise
and he declared my victory lie.
Then I bled and my water fled 
and I bowed to him that was dead.

That moment made of many lives
and weights pulling me to the ground.
There in the dirt I found the truth
and his flesh gave way to bone. 

Time over time he dies. 
My breath has never stopped.

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