Thursday, April 18, 2013

like a tide going out – v2

his face emptied of color
I can remember it so well
like a tide going out
a body in the morgue
hardened, his muscles
the clench of his teeth
a subject forbidden
a wound opened up
hidden within
a pain too urgent
written on his skin

April 17, 2013 and April 18, 2013
page 10
The Shack, by William P. Young

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