This house! This horrible empty box A huge grave. In it, one huge wound-that took the life And is now cold. A numbed mouth with swollen lips Left behind by a pain too huge to utter. Pain-dark pain. Instead of the light-pain. No refuge anywhere in me From this fire, this huge dark single flame, That caresses my whole body. I think of cool soil, A mask over my face, A weight of stillness over my body, A darkness In which she lies next to me--her lips Maybe only an inch from my lips. Forever. Admetos in Alcestis.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 21:25:24 +0000
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