simplistic beauty can be found anywhere:





stuck on the edge
sharp dark wet
threatening to swallow
swallow whole
can't breathe
can't see
fingers groping for something tangible
feet shuffling awkwardly into walls
dark ooze of blood in my ears
metallic in my mouth
searching the corners of the earth
for signs and symbols; for truths and realizations
staring them in the face with blind eyes.
BeB
5-4-10

Sincerely Me