Memory

                                                                  deerskull

Dream memories

Of a slap across the face

A hollowness In the belly                            

Aching, twisting fingers

Digging

Pulling

Your heart is a dark moon

Pulling me up

Through acidic waves

To reach

And fall short each time.

 

April 2014

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