Sunday, November 1, 2009

Nathan

(You're not a person)
Walking among the shadow-lit sidewalks
With a bottle of brandy in hand
Your insides eating themselves out

(You're incomplete)
Lying beneath the rustled sheets
With a rose bud in hand
Only an echo of your heart

Now sire, are you whole?
With that doll beneath your body?
Are you?
Are you?
Are you human now?

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