SingPoWriMo 2016 Day #23
Day 23 and I have written how many?
what have i got myself into?
icy
in the time between
the first flame
and the last exhale
of breath
is
the bubbling
of death
on a heated tin foil
the quick suck of
white fumes through
a straw
before the bones break
the flesh tears
the ants
crawl on
clammy
skin
slipping
sliding
into
the poisoned
blood
as
the blades
are drawn
&
before
the dawn
icy
dead
the dragon is too mean to chase
23/04/2016
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
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