Tuesday, November 8, 2011

(107)

the smell of wet wool
won't let me go

the catching breath
the in and out
in and out

snow flurries melt
numb my scalp
and trickle
down
and down

a startlingly satisfying cut
hair flutters
the mutilation gratifies
and nothing hurts

the in and out
holds me together
won't let me go

don't let me go

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