Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Anchor

Sparse like rust
Crumbling like dust
From your fingertips
Dripping from your hair
Vacuumed like particles
Running a race
Drained like oil
Filtered through mesh
Picked like husk
Picked like louse
Crushed or burnt away.

Now you can stay
Gagged and tied
Blinders on
Like you always were
Like you want to stay.

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