I linger on the edge,
swollen, odd angles pulling
apart the seams.
Colors fade to a putrescent mist,
frozen,
I do nothing.
© Amanda Makepeace
Written for NaPoWriMo 2012
Poem 1: I linger on the edge
01 Sunday Apr 2012
Posted in writing
Amanda Makepeace's Imagination Run Amok
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hmmmm … I am going to sit with this one for a bit … looks like you’re off to a fab start! 🙂
Thanks, Jan! I was in a bit of a mood when I wrote this yesterday and also sleep deprived. LOL