April 5, 2014

TEETH

By EPRobles

teeth that run
enamel roads
so hungry
looking for life
a piece of flesh
— to skin
but asphalt they bite
instead

my fear lonely traveler

by day we walk at night

— we sleep in haven

but teeth stay prowling

gashing and chomping

for a piece of my life

:: 04-04-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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