The Sleeping

The Sleeping

A Poem by terena

She was an electronic pulse
    that broke my bones

and ground my teeth to powder


                                 And now there is no quiet hand
                                 to still it.

© 2008 terena


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Magnificent; revelation.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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