SABBATAI ZEVI

February 9, 2007 at 12:28am (Poetry)

Silently.

Silence threads her needle.

And I am waiting in a corner of this room

for a sound like mirrors, breaking.

Instead, I hear dust breathing;

dust scratching through the walls.

Close the curtains.

Too much light.

I am blinded

by my eyes.

I cannot.

I

beg

you. 

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