Friday, April 17, 2009

rust.

the rusty dagger incised through
with blood red flow, a shimmery pool
deep memories leaked & filled the pensive
clogged with guilt, fear & fiery senses

it went a little deeper, stayed a little longer
the breaths weaken, the scent stronger
of a musky tinge, a whole new ending
this could be freedom to a better beginning

as vision surrendered
and strength defeated
succumbed to this fate
of life's sardonic gags

then the same rusty dagger withdrew.

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