PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Reaction Time

She never speaks his name
afraid of what it might mean

The haze of smog that lingers in her veins
makes her feel as though she is dragging a wing
through a sky of crushed glass

& so she receeds into degrees of
silence that are humming
like a tuning fork

held against her spine