The other night
she lay before me,
her will held in a capsule,
shivering discretely
against white nylon cords,
a delicate butterfly
with pins piercing her wings,
and eyes probably piercing infinity
under a blindfold's care,
a fragile trembling gift
crucified before me
that I could never deserve.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Wednesday, October 27, 1999
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