My hollow eyes
echo ends of childish days
and my tears are skinny ladders
leading down aging
facial cliffs
into uncharted regions
as I turn
just slightly
into stone
this
tortured
night.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Monday, November 2, 1998
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