Used

It's five o'clock darkness in november

and you get used to it

just like you got used to all the other things

that once made you quaver, that made you uncomfortable

scratches on record players

hot tongues with scathing words

and other such nightcrawlinglonelybusted things

that used to wreak havoc with your bone marrow

and the last bit of insanity you had kept secret

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

It tumbles at you kind of quickly, which would normally be off-putting but which I suspect may be intentional. Some very nice imagery; solid piece of work.

[Poeticpiers]

A potent piece of writing makes me wonder what inspired it Presnted in well written poeticprose