2013/07/25

Polystyrene

The white of it slices eyes
like a glint
of deception.

Touch brings a cringe
where ears ache to curl
inward for protection.

To hold is like a pain
that to survive must be
moved through fast.

The slip of fingers is skin
left naked    cold
exposed for cutting.

Its break is a long
stretched second
of another’s hell.


Sandie Walker (Western Australia)

2 comments:

  1. An interesting write that makes me wonder about the metaphor(s).

    On a side note not sure about others but this text is quite poor to read (the e and c are hard to tell apart).

    Thanks for sharing.

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