Dead Pulse
the sway of the flatline
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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Ghosts everywhere
she said
her silvery words
sliding with the hollow-point
clicking audibly into place.
We can't help
what we are, right?
The question leaping
from lip to wall and back again
before I could react.
I reached out,
but was too slow.
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