Sunday, September 23, 2007

A Voice, Elizabeth to Abigail, Evan Syverson

Your voice sounds like a gunshot
echoing through the barrel
Like a crash of thunder
in the vastness of night
Like an avalanche
on the most peaceful mountain
where no one expected it
Like a knife in the back
Like the knife through my heart
Like an aftershock
feeding off of the chaos
Like the devil
feeding off of the weak.

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