Dark Star

by John Stocks

A destiny that screamed
From some black hole, all my dreams
Sucked in, ripped to shreds
Slipped to bare bones of thought
Taut with new intensities.

Now I am splintered
My nerves twisted and compressed
Sliced, drawn and quartered,
Nothing left except my breath
Feverishly exhaled
To be consumed.


Copyright © 2010 by John Stocks

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