Thursday, 14 February 2013



course once someone has been bombed they don't
really have the opportunity to appeal do they 

an axl broke

helicopters buzzing overhead
propellers snagged on ropes

the chord 

sniffer dogs
this twisted version of justice
leaving them bound and gagged on the floor
rolled on to her knees and rose to her feet

her cellphone was left on the coffee table
flames spread through the building, creating a huge blaze 
which lit up the forest
followed by a nightmarish tow across the Gulf

the slow crawl resumed
an entry point for big vessels, tankers and cargo ships
I let it crash all over me

i just feel as though I'm crunching
screams tears and pain 
and pushing 

turning out tiny people 
my breath begins to gutter alarmingly 
i do not have the stamina for this 
unrelenting high emotion 

I heard a choking sound and realised it was me 
a gutting grating rasp 

I could see myself from the outside 
as though I were someone else ... 

my eyeballs are outside my head 





1.31am,    15.02.13. © Lizarikk









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