Friday, January 08, 2010


Again I shudder at the thought
of you entering the gaping door
like the mouth
of a toothless monster
no less fatal,
never once looking back,
no less hurry like always.

Again I see myself staring
into a mirror distorted
by the image you left behind,
a smile melting into cries
pleading for something
with your eyes
that I can't give.

P.S.: Like "Angel", I can't put in or pull out a word and these seem like my favourite type of poetry. Though, reading "Angel" again, there was something rather "chinese" about it.

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