Down
As dark is grey
flickering toward neither,
my empty holes
poor without meaning.
Hung between two nothings
I degrade under everything.
Let the whisperer kill me
in my sleepy eyes,
I want only resolution
that either will distaste.
As I am
useless
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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