Tuesday, November 11, 2008

And all the ghosts came running.

You are moving fast. 
You are
in the woods
yes
the woods
the American woods
not the Australian forest
maybe even
the Bavarian woods
yes, that's it
colder
foreign
and yet
god
so familiar.

You are in the woods.
And you are moving fast
and there are things ahead
but that's not it
oh no
it's not the ahead the fire in your feet
it's the behind
the behind
the 
run, matty, run
it's dropping silver crumbs
which leap from your heart
and pour from your eyes
unbidden and unwanted 
this trail left behind 
betraying your position
so
run, matty, run
I'm tired
don't stop 
run
SNAP
run
MEMORY
run
GUILT
RUN
FEAR
RUN
FUCKING
RUN
WHAT
RUN
THE
RUN
FUCK?

[it all 
goes
dark]


1 comment:

  1. how are you dearest? i've been wondering lately whether you are writing. or righting. or both.

    hope all well.

    x

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