Tired heart

Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.
I can't go on.these trains move too fast. Like snakes on railwaytrackladders.
Seeing you.Your eyes pierce through my flesh like swords.
I'm crippled.I'm afraid.I'm lost.
I pity. and your house of cards melts to the floor.



I have nothing. Not dreams. Not love. Not thoughts of my own.
suspended being.supreme predator.division of labour.
a cup to fill with coins.

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous7:21 PM

    "I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
    To stand, or move; if she say true, she lies."

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  2. Sigh. :(
    beautiful images though

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