Sunday, September 30, 2012

Shadow War


I sleep strangely these days;

lower to the ground
but less grounded

like a moth
trapped in a cup
with two openings.

Bones cracking
beneath the mattress
with each breath –

sirens sounding
as a whisper
when the shadows are
sleeping.

One dark cloud on fire
with a thin descending line
descending
isn't necessarily a tornado

or maybe it is.

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