April 22, 2010

NaPoWriMo #22

Anorexia

I linger in my
shadow-spangled
square of life

while winter trees
gently wave their
night-hellos

beyond my porcelain window,
anorexic rust-colored branches
tilting in refusal.

My square comes alive
in the dark, overflowing.

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2 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Interesting...

flinching fiercely

Jessie Carty said...

really like that phrase shadow spangled :)