Friday, June 12, 2015

The way in - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Bind me:
this glare refuses
meaningful exchange,
ears achieving reluctance.
I used to acknowledge evidence,
a presence of feeling.
My wrists, out there,
embedded in an insult.
You turn it upside down sometimes,
a twine diary.
Enter: the way into the room is
too bright, but no matter.
Speechless, I carry on. 

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