Yolk
by Jason T. Kocher March 20th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
I stick a match
stabbed
the middle of my eye
Squinting…
and wincing…
and winking…
I strike it
and watch it
burn down…
to the licking…
lapping…
wick…
of my self
It sputters
and splinters
and sizzles out
And without evidence
continues
something more
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