"...I get up. I move through this pale light. I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me. I yawn. I light the lamp on the table: perhaps its light will be able to combat the light of day."
there was much deliberation that followed... but as i could not sleep these words came to me last night... i guess a sort of first impression after the initial shock.
she knew right from the start.. even before the little one took it upon herself to escape.
ambushed in a safety net the holes were so obvious for her to see. stone foxes are much to weighted to move freely. cunning nonetheless she cracked the hide in her nest.
no longer time left to to play by the rules. a death bomb ticking away swallowing up the days of her youth.
days of discovery and naivety long lost without ample chances to make even mistakes. life leaves just a phrase ringing in rhythm to slowing hearts and creaky ropes from ceilings..
there was much deliberation that followed... but as i could not sleep these words came to me last night... i guess a sort of first impression after the initial shock.
ReplyDeleteshe knew right from the start..
even before the little one took
it upon herself to escape.
ambushed in a safety net
the holes were so obvious for her to see.
stone foxes are much to weighted
to move freely. cunning nonetheless
she cracked the hide in her nest.
no longer time left to to play by the rules.
a death bomb ticking away
swallowing up the days
of her youth.
days of discovery and naivety long lost
without ample chances to make even mistakes.
life leaves just a phrase ringing
in rhythm to slowing hearts and creaky ropes
from ceilings..
it's too late