Design,slave,design! Trapped within these walls Mr. Marceau slaps silently, over and over like a tumbling kitten. Gracefully, I assault my thought's companion. Patiently, I wait, till waiting's lungs have burst. Screaming 'Cry, Freedom, Cry!' still no sound emerges. Smash this close-fitting coffin. Shake the ragged eardrums of the night.
...Those words sprang out Like bubbled laughter with no place to burst When walking did we ask for you? Racing back to eat our souvlaki Selfishly you mocked our footfalls With murmurings. We have no pencil, thieving ghost! Your precious tale tongue bleeding and drying, drifts into silence. And only we scream.
Updated 01-17-2009 at 11:33 PM by Silas Thorne
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