Friday, 31 December 2010


Death is laying in my stomach
Burning like a lump
Of desire burn burn
Inside the walls of my soul
Or the circle of my flesh
I want to run, scream, move
My feet from silky floors
Too much, too many
Splinters in my damaged mind
Blow the wind around my
Ankles, my body
Tied in the gauze of darkness
That tiny fling of magic

The last poem of 2010. I'm so grateful for this year and very hopeful thinking of the next. HAPPY NEW YEARS! /Amanda

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