Friday, February 8, 2008

inspired by something vague

i dreamt last night
i was over the edge,
drowning in heather and
crying out sand.

then i woke up sweaty
and looked at my hands,
saw the blood of the innocent,
and knew i was right.

1 comment:

the unholy atlantic said...

NOAH, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MURDERING PEOPLE IN YOUR SLEEP