6.22.2010

Scene 304: A Flame of Papers

The laughter drowned in the sand
the grains filled the crevices between the teeth
and dried up the tongue
and cracked the lips into pieces.

The sound was raspy
like static in a hallway.
The beat of throbbing eyes
so piercing, from the sand

Stifled, breathing gets heavier
and the conscience breaks
into dust,
buried alive in the beach

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