Thursday, September 16, 2010

Free Verse

Let in No Light

The art of numbing one’s self is very precise;
There is a science to the disconnect
Between fingers
And hands
And moldy pages.
Grab your cutlery, it is time to dissect and

The time for leaving is upon us,
When darkness becomes us like a little black dress,
A glove around our soft parts,
Holding us in so we may not spill our guts from seams.
A call to arms for hemming disgrace
Take up your needles and head in towards battle.
Shut out

The art of missing someone is very precise;
There is a science to shutting eyes tight
Let in

Justine Bienkowski

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