Tuesday, 15 July 2014

The music rang


The music rang deep into her mind
Made every inch of her skin quiver
The tip of her teats were so hard
Eyes closed, swaying to the sheer vibrations from the speakers
As if she were thrown away
And riveted to the spot
Fractalled into infinity
Like a raindrop
On a corrugated iron roof.

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