Thursday, 7 April 2011

one poem by me

Black Tear

My tear was black because
I cried it out of the very core of my heart.
The Purkinje system itself held responsible.

My tear was black because
it drained my ink cartridge soul.
Cartilage soul.

My tear was black because
it mirrored the night above.
"It is a clear night."

My tear was black because
I was wearing mascara.

 
 

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