Slept
I never forget the caves
within men.
The distant echoes
of their once giant voices.
Swallowed
and vomited back.
To strike you gently
in
the face.
It's cold in here
hidden from the sun
but watching it
outline
the cave mouth.
I can't taste
the warm.
It's too dark to sleep.
Copyright © Justin Presson | Year Posted 2010
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