Monday, July 5, 2010

She was howling last night, she cursed at him. She
Cursed at the instance and at the hour.
She lunged at the hand that slapped and fed her,
Over and over again.
She numbs the second with endless sweets
Of gold and paper, all that could devour
Her void, his void, the gap between, among.
She is her father's shadow

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