Friday, February 4, 2011

apothecary.

just let go
become a part of the void
and the absence of everything
there's no sound
there's no house
nothing
there's a flickering lamp
that's been flickering since we fucking moved in
in the yard
it's not ours
but one day we're gonna put it out.

1 comment:

  1. Really like this one, I wrote my last poem right after reading it

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