Saturday, 29 July 2017

The Sharp Side of the Blade

The not knowing
its claws steal tiny bits 
until you are twitching
on the floor 
a breathing corpse 
no before or after
only today
bloody ragged today 
its pins in all of your
sore places 
as you stare at your 
own face 
upside down in the mirror
for something that can 
be turned

the needles 
they poke and they prod     
ensure none of the neurons 
are working             

so one small dog
sleeps curled up in  
a ball
while I
I know nothing at all
only that in the end
everything is a lie
that small dogs do not 
live forever
and neither will I 

No comments:

Post a Comment