Sunday, August 12, 2007

the summersick
sipping water and swallowing
with eyes clenched, subtly pained
brushing a fly off the windowsill
replacing the silence with the sound of a fan
feeling the cool air on your sweat
looking down to see your nails have grown
are blackened with the grime of time passed
while you were unaware

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 8:54 pm  

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