Wednesday, November 09, 2005


Encased in fluid, curled,
Suspended in a colourless place
Where crystal clashes. I emerge
Into the milk white light

Of the hospital ward
And your gut deflates
They call me an angel
But the stars are indifferent

But you bend to my will
I call and you come, gathering
Me up, pressing me to you
A tiny tyrant

All powerful. I govern your life
With the shrillest of screams
I invade your nightmares
And interrupt your dreams.


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