the light of your words
flow, vibrate, break
my eyelids,
drink the dew
of my dream
from the springs of my eyes.
I left blind.
the coffin…
the night…
seconds,
bleeding marks…
the circle…
the face
of the clock
over the skin of my abdomen…
time counted, stolen, wasted….
gray smock rises
from the trembling tongue
of the fire
spreading over my spine.
consuming my bone marrow … .
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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