3.31.2011

Day 51 (Our ubiquitous kill)

lean close  /  with eager eye  /  slip cold steel  /  pry and pry
         til flesh splits  /  and peels  /  held soft between
                              finger and thumb
                                       pull
                               prod
                               palpate
                              last pound and quake
                           soft red  /  leaks slow fast 
            through fingers break  /  fate hand  /  click black
                                veiled         
                                        vaunted
                                                    vain
                                         slow kill
                             narcissist
                                          hand over fist
                                slapped
                                           limp
                                                wrist
                                          pleasure taken
              with heavy breathes  /  baited  /  for quick theft
                                              til echo
                                     fades from the remain
                                           CLICK
                          TICK
                                                never more

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