rot

rot

A Poem by Hermione

the rage in limbs

rot

and move on

the rage

falls like a dance

all over itself.

and it all knows

and when it splits

they all fall down

and it rises among us

you can't hear until it's ringing in your ear

so come closer

oh dear

and let me slice you open

© 2009 Hermione


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Hermione
Hermione

Strawberry Fields, MI



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