21 December 2012
I held out that long, A broken nerve to your morning light. Crawling over the mounds of listless felines, Was I your top choice? There's a beating pride in my throat of silence, And a cast iron warping in my stomach. If I pull each out to collaborate with one another, Will it amuse you? I was once so proud, loud as a mouse. And my skin burned in joy like ice. You brought the demons to heaven, Called them 'darling Marie' And kissed my knuckles that made you bleed. I have regret to your suffering. Have you held out this long?
(December 21, 2012)
The Fire Of A Mouse. • Opuss № I