Thursday, July 14, 2011

Trains

We cower,
here,
in the white tile room,
lights flickering like a horror film
above.
The soaps shiver
violently
by the sink,
threatening to fall.  
My eyelashes touch
the vellus hair
of my arm,
as my eyes see the darkness
of myself
curled in.

3 comments:

Penguin said...

this is wicked! I hope it didn't actually happen though. :( You weren't having an attack, were you?

Golden Guitar said...

only in a dream

Penguin said...

Not great, but better than in real life. :)