Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)

Poison - Poem by Anita Clark

You're words pollute me,
Spit sparks of fire,
Bottomless pit,
Where I sink, through quicksand and grit - the more I struggle, more you enclose,
Invisible hand covering my mouth, my nose,

The angels fly through faint hazes of blue,
Their wings alight, dropping ash from above,
The smoke it smothers, the smoke it loves,
Silent tears, no-one can see,
Just how much this pain you gave afflicts me,
From my uterus I will but dropp a tear, from my centre I disappear

Falling, Falling....

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  • (5/6/2006 3:47:00 AM)


    I got ya! A great little ditty on what it feels like to be mortally wounded Anita. Well done indeed. 10 from Tai, catcher of falling souls (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 7, 2006


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