15 12 2013


Black smudges where words once thrived
only visible to my eyes.
No evidence of my fingerprints,
no crime scene.

I am a re-written book of histories
flaking off like a burned letter
pages stark naked where once clothed
stripped of colours
ripped from the spine.
Flatlands, as far as the eye can see,
as far as the hand can touch.



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