Monday, January 4, 2010

Attempt 1

My journal was hiding today. Wrapped up in a bed of blankets. I guess depending on what I think of this maybe it should have stayed hid!


lit charcoal
under my skin
above my elbow
fire travels
to my wrist
an eyebrow itch
my right hand reaches
the searing moves up
stopping the scratch
a marshmallow burns
crackeled black
stringy goo
white molten skin
brown to the eye.
Marta Sanchez

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