Sunday, April 13, 2014

Exodus 5: In Writing

Press hard
and faith pops
slow sad moan
of a deflating balloon

sudden clout
and baby spews
warm curdled
milk vomit
slippering down

Till there are no voices
no wilderness
no closeness
no desire
only the stale stench of flaccid flesh

and splattered dreams

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