Buy at Art.com The aorta is a monster

I said it
back when

darkness bothered me,

be it
that it is

the only road from the heart

where witch
fear and tremors,

determine
the torque
and direction
the blood takes.

Now it's just a drain pipe

spiders drop into.



�2005 by Paul Adrian Mabelis



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