Friday, November 10, 2006

13ii.

She can hear her heartbeat.

Loud, clear in the wordless, soundless, noiselessness.

th-
ump.

She could have drowned in it.

2.11 AM

1 comment:

rhille said...

hrms.
i like the simplicty of this poem.
it's complicated no more!

but i kinda like the poems where i'm a little confused.
i then get to don my khakis (Crocodile Hunter fashion), grab my shovel, and dig my way through the poem.

but that's just me, of course.