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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005

Last night II

Spurious Being

Middle of the night
My eyes snap open
What woke me?
Not a scream
Throat's fine
Bleeding?
No

Is it the triphammer beat
As my heart grows furious?
That tight yet tender grip on my entrails?
Perhaps the empty space beside me?
The chill on my exposed chest?

Yes
That's it
I miss you

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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