14/11/2013

slow-motion

everything slowed down a bit
- my breathe
- my heartbeat
- the way my hair
grows

everything slowed down a bit
silenced itself
became solid as concrete
and now my face
crumbles with every
blink
cracks
and changes into dust

everything slowed down a bit
inhale and exhale
lasts eons
and only cigarettes
always seem too short

everything slowed down a bit
and I try
with my cold fingers
to arrange my lips
into a smile
my foot moves
in the rhythm
that imitates my pulse

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