Sunday, 16 January 2011

Is This It?

Freefalling, our strings undone
we’re voodoo dolls with seams that split,
unheard shouts inside our mouths
and silent screams…
our tongues are numbed.

One falls faster than the other,
perhaps by necessity,
to test the impact of the ocean
or to escape the tangled cacophony
that holds them together.

I peer into my own eyes
and the ocean is there,
two tiny lovers floundering among the waves.

{ Citizen Erased }