Poetry
What’s the use of words?
either you die of love or not
stumbling drunk and moaning
you trip your tongue on words
then fall in this deep river
swimming for your life
not caring if you drown
you caress every stolen moment
like a gibber in your pocket
the world slips off like silk
your very palms are burning
and there’s a knife held at your throat
even when you’re eating
you feel you’re fighting for your life
all the lights are melting
and apples turn to snow
half mad with bubbles in the brain
you lie and float or drown
and it’s all the same to him
Kate Llewellyn
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