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a poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
WORDS FALL DEAD
When I hear you speak
your words fall dead in
the air. The sky fills
with blood. I can hear
your insect heart fade.
The wings that once kept
you up and about
fall to the ground.
your words fall dead in
the air. The sky fills
with blood. I can hear
your insect heart fade.
The wings that once kept
you up and about
fall to the ground.
© by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #7 ~ January 2010
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #7 ~ January 2010