Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Wrapped in Trembling Skin

Wrapped in trembling skin,
my throbbing nerves
synapse
to chaos, pain, and pleasure
permeation of
sensation.

Fear or joy
compounds
the fall of day.

Night
fills my eyes
light fails.

Clouds
pile high, tear
to tatters, shred
vapors scudding over
grey hills.

There
I see
my self-
made
hell.

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