Monday, June 7, 2010

and so it made the cold shivers run over me...

"...and i heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me and i couldn't make out what it was..."

and so i mouthed the words i'm sorry and flung my fears upon the fire.
braced myself for slaughter
brand my wrists, devil's daughter
and every limb and flinch and blink called me liar.

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