Thursday, May 5, 2011


my hands are limp,
mute and white.
they float
against my naked body
occasionally nudging the bleached tub
their bones, sharp,
peer out at the bleak room
through a thin layer of film
almost kissing the air
they are contrasted by the-
i imagine the day
they will be contrasted
and i will have no eyes to see it.


Melee said...

I love your writings that you label as "meaningless". I understand why they're labeled as such, but they are always so hauntingly beautiful. <3

loveavenue said...

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gonna follow you :)