just when i think i am safe and secure
there’s that haunting again in my conscience
the ticking, the tapping of cold memory
like a steel radiator that ran out of steam
This entry was posted on March 11, 2010 by katiemae. It was filed under Myself and I, Out Into The Ether, Photography and was tagged with found poetry, Photography.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Blog at WordPress.com.