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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