Burning Pins

Burning Pins

A Poem by Nicky Boo
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A little tale about what it means to be awake, sometimes.

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Pins rattle down the spine 
and the marks left leave burning lines that pulse to the tick of a ancient clock. 
The hands are like hammers 
smashing away the seconds which are like bricks in a wall. 
The dust spreads out and from the confusion 
a figure stands, 
his cloaked form hidden in the industrial mist. He rises 
and in him one can taste the end. 
He is like a flavour that build in your mouth - at first it's sweet, but as I surrender acid burns the sugar and melts all I am. 
I vanish. 
Days become like wet cloths falling upon my sleeping face. 
Inside I am locked. 
For the burning pins, I wait. 

© 2013 Nicky Boo


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Added on May 26, 2013
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Nicky Boo
Nicky Boo

Boosbeck, Cleveland, United Kingdom



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