Monday, August 9, 2010


I once dreamed of a man
Who killed people 
With needles.
I tipped a glass and it slid
onto my hand.
Shiny and scary.
I was responsible for 
solving the crime,
Exposing the 
I was disturbed,
when I scared myself 
by the strange responsibility
placed on myself
The burden of 
fixing it All.
And now I am free,
but who will check the glasses 
for the silent sliver?
I have left the 
roaming free.


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