Saturday, March 24, 2012

Shipwreck

Metal taste
Like blood
In the back of your throat
Bile rising in a bid for escape
Internal poison
Swallowed whole
Sinks like a stone
A shipwreck
Rusted tomb
Hidden in the murky waters
Invisible on the surface
Where everything is fine
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