Friday, October 28, 2011

Sanitary

It pours out of my mouth, silent
Only to hit the ground with a strident cry
and punch me back in the chest,
stomach and liver
Teeth sliding out
into the ocean
Water in distinct waves decoding the struggle
to breathe
through the punch that turns all incomplete
Left on a ground is it:
bundle of organs, open teeth, dirty ocean
and a voice still contained.

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