"Killing My Boy"
His mouth was open when I set him on fire, And he needed no eyes to catch the light, His arms revolved in a smog of particles, Scream as raw as prayer and drowned out as I In a Startling shimmer of time collapsing, And when it is over, he's in my head.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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