I slink
through the crawlspace
of your shell
peering past damaged walls
where beer cans and smashed glass
line the musty hall.
At night,
I dream of escape
slipping out
to the moist grass
beneath naked feet.
The only thing left -
these wild, jealous shadows
in the attic
where I lived.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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