time drags & no dragA Poem by AlprisGod help me.. I really am frightened.two fourteen a.m marked the hour of the shiver / there are bone sawing twitches engraved into every wall and crevice and i simply cannot leave until i learn them all / not even to go to the bathroom where at the end of the hall the east wing door waits and thunders my sight / to cough out a mangled dismembered beast of rage / he was out to get me i think / before i returned and heard a tire spoke chuckle in the mirrored air / i stayed in the room and counted the zeros on the disturbed wall / there wont be any time left to paint my eyes with skin / the hour of the shiver is thin but slow like a child learning to die / and i cant even leave to stroke my ticklish lungs with tar / i am cold and asking for it ; there will be no sun to lick my lashes © 2012 AlprisAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on August 28, 2012 Last Updated on August 28, 2012 AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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