Thursday, December 2, 2010

Listening In The Alley.

Bare womb,
except the still child
rotting along the walls
Shrieking cat,
drawn out wails like nails
against a board for chalking.
What lays
inside was alive and murdering
rupturing on its way out.
predicted storm
the likes of which never seen
and had never come before.

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