grown up

grown up

{01.03.13}

 

the child you are

has been dead a long time

suspension of disbelief

as an ironic turn of phrase

vacuumed out of any enchantment

or wonder

I could show you the things

I mistrust:

a hand with a blade

the way death panic sets in

when you can see it coming

off the horizon

world shaking underfoot

but I tremble instantly

at the grotesque hues grey

of my shadow

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