Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Animals

Sometimes briefly
You smelt the stink
How ever light;
How ever heavy the perfume.
Even the whisper of a breath
Caught the aftertaste
Of the creatures caged;
The animals withheld
By the closet artificial
Darkness their beady eyes
Bore through, like mirrors,
Like the abyss gazing back
Into you.

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