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| August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two | |||||||||
| Caroline Gupton | |||||||||
| Numb Cold rain from the skies cold reigns in my heart numb to the suffering mechanically piercing skin with sharp, cold steel Blue-blackened battlefields no longer disturb me Death smells never leave but lurk under blankets like lousy lovers while morbid white angels cackle in the hall I find no humor here I find no horror here I feel no pity here I am numb - just numb I am removed to a cold place like warm red blood flowing into cold sterile tubes Fluid essence of life kidnaped from its heart mother steadily feeds upon itself sucks up within itself becoming a cold congealed glob |
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