Under lids edge Sickly shades

September 1, 2007
By April Down, Exeter, ZZ

Under lids edge Sickly shades emerge from my skin A never-ending form of honesty Always in one shape allows For it to drip unrecorded as a sinner Passing unnoticed through the slipstream On river bound journeys to the deep Slice through the absurdities with shallow blades And hold on keenly to wanted sleep Disillusions illuminate my fractures Force the eyes to struggle to see Under eyelids laden with beestings Swollen entities commanding to be I am allergic to this Im pleading For reason to understand possibilities I wont last for my allergies are causing A lack of breathe in all infinities

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