Blank
There could be words
Hidden somewhere
Deep beneath
The surface of the page.
Little fragile creatures,
Terms and profits
Comfortable, alone.
However connections are severed
Between us and our definitions.
The words themselves resent
The beasts we have created
Out of them.
As they crackle and fizz
Then melt and dissapear.
melanie coady
Tue 6th Sep 2011 22:52
aw yeah one of my favs so far xx