die to live

7 Jan

Susan Scutti

Just as a bitter memory is dislodged from her heart, the train arrives in the station.

The morning is a siren gone dead from overuse.

Snow has fallen and now covers the tar rooftops.
Daylight shines through the broken blinds.

His face is a child’s drawing made only with circles.

In the steel support rust forms the shape of a kidney.

A jagged pattern weaves through his neurons.
She has a compulsion to sacrifice.

The night is a nod and a sneeze.

title is from Much Ado About Nothing

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One Response to “die to live”

  1. slpmartin January 7, 2014 at 9:46 pm #

    Enjoyed this.

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