Neutral - 1st draft

That black tooth
Hypocrisy and rotten
So this is where we lay
Only it’s displayed
Like the moth
And the despicable flame
Calling me in
Promises of bliss
Disappearing at just the beginning
Of reminiscence
And slumber neutralizes it.

What could hold me in this moment?
Sour sinful dread
Unprepared novice knitter
Falling victim
To the thread
Unpretentious still not beating
So the brain calls it quits
We feel warmth
You feel nothing
The pain stalls then persists.
And slumber neutralizes it.

Kelly Curiel
January 13, 2009
4:37a.m.