Finals

head hurts
        hunger strikes
vision turns
        to black and white

        fingers flex
pages flip
        eyes follow
line by line

        . . .

nothing enters
        the dense cerebrum

brows furrow
        face crumples
mouth yawns
        – it’s the break of dawn

        limbs stretch
feet drag
        body falls
down
        down
                   down

e     y    e   l    i   d    s        
             c    l    o   s  e

        darkness embraces
the long-asleep consciousness

 torture  awaits   .   .   .

[6/2010]

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