Friday, April 17, 2015

Had something, then not.


Typing and backspacing,
swallowing conceptions.

: the page remains a void.

Rubbing a dry eye
caused an explosion
of a thousand pixels

: ocular pins & needles.



dsnake1 said...

i think this is a very visual poem, despite its length..
definitely something here. :)

Ravenblack said...

Thanks dsnake. :)
April is getting challenging.