my head back and gaze
up
the white ceiling
textured with waves like layers of smiles, or grimaces
water sloshing into my mouth
the inviting tongue, awash
with liquid
squint and smile
hands aloft and body poised like a ballerina while life's essence pours forth and fills me then overflows and streams from the corners of my lips like
tears
Friday, November 13, 2009
tilt
Posted by b at 12:51 AM
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