The End of the Month #3

A slow perculator,
Dripping a small potion
Of withered and dying cells;
A swan song rope of red
Dangling like a slippery stalactite,
Silently growing drop by drop,
Living fingers slowly languishing from disuse,
Waiting for a human hand
To tourniquet the tired process
Of growing a planet from the inside

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~ by SimmerSnow on January 18, 2012.

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