National Poetry Month 4/16/13

ImageWaking from a dream

emotions stick inside

scratching out their escape

Flowers

and blood

a blackened sun

time slipping through my fingers

like the waters

that you carried

across the arid wastes

that sickly smile you turned towards me

the skull behind your face.

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