Posted: 01/20/2011 in house of fools, house of love

was in your pocket.

was in the palm of your hand.

now i lay on my side

knees drawn up.

i snap shut.

if you come back,

pick me up again,

i’ll come along without a word…

but my time down on the ground

out in the rain

rusted me.

go ahead,

touch me.

i’ll give you a good sharp poisoning

to remember me by.

  1. Abby says:

    Very striking and powerful imagery.

  2. Teresa says:

    Very dangerous that knife left out to rust!

  3. hedgewitch says:

    Whoa. Some personification that kills, there.

  4. Mama Zen says:

    Yeah. What she said.

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