Aug 17, 2011

Cracked



In this unsettling silence
I spoon your silhouette  
I fit my shadow to your shadow

there are moments when loneliness opens
like a cracked egg
with its yellow gooey eye
its runny edges reach out
desperate
frying on the burning slate
it crackles and sears
nothing in this dead disfigured chick
resembles a living thing.