Saturday, December 4, 2010

2/30- Identity Crisis, an Aurora Haiku

Your screams are like fog
spilling through the night, searching
for the harbor. I

can eat your brain, but
I can't find the human in
you waiting for port,

for rescue. I was
You before consumption of
these mindless shadows.

Your screams are like fog.
I can't find the Human in
these mindless shadows.

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