Friday, November 12, 2010

Rush

Push past
the edge of
night nowhere
on the horizon
is it
as dark as
the inside of
my eye.

If you look
into that
abyss
I may not
let you out.

Scream
if you like.
Monsters don't wait
for me
to call them out.

They run
when I seethe.
Such is the
anger
they cannot rest
or hide
from my eye.

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