egress for slits .

By anaksunamun

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The swarming sky sparrowed until day withered
until the statue tore out of its skin , blurted combing through the growls, the city was covered in sound

Inside me a silent. I slept through the stings

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Published on Saturday, January 11, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "egress for slits ."

On Thursday, December 28, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

the way you play with words... oh man.
On Saturday, April 26, 2014, Alchemist (679) wrote:

The flow of this really does draw you between the lines. Now I have a chance to see its true beauty in the gaps.
On Tuesday, February 25, 2014, Tonights Decision (132) wrote:

sometimes.. when i daydream/half sleep on the buss in to the city, and something jolts me back, i feel the stings, in my face, on the back of my hands.. and im not sure where i am.. thanks for writing poetry that feels..
A former member wrote: Its so vivid! :3
On Wednesday, February 19, 2014, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...I enjoy focusing on images you present, the individual parts that I see...
A former member wrote: Very inspiring. Good poem. Thank you
A former member wrote: your posts are difficult to stop reading. like compulsively massaging stems to feel their thorns.
On Saturday, January 11, 2014, hazydaisy (128) wrote:

interesting. the last line was killer.