Thursday, 4 March 2010

I Hear the Bells Sound

I hear the bells sound,
Big and black and hollow,
Lost inside the buried spaces,
Between you and between me,
Cold wet teeth suck on my heart,
Soft crone fingers pull out my blood,
My nerves, without a mouth, they scream.
© G.R. Yeates 2010
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