Pocket Eye

Pocket Eye

A Poem by AndBeForgotten



Thursday mornings 7am
Were the saints to the unrefined 
Silence of the new pocket eye
Everyone watching , listening
I kicked myself two hundred times

But it did no good.
Can’t poke enough holes to let all
The blood out
Cold fluid pumped through
 Not enough to sustain
the compulsion

You
Raised a steady hand,
So concealed the igniter

Burn slightly the edges,.
Know one will know
Except me.
 

© 2009 AndBeForgotten


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AndBeForgotten
AndBeForgotten

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