poetry tagOctober 29, 2007
I was at Fallen Words and saw thought I’d pick this up.
The sound shook his bones,
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul.
A soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.
He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end-
with that terrible sound wound through it.
And all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity?
He crouched down, curling into his grief,
And all he could do was fight for water memories and gas-lit stoves still on.
the last line is mine.
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