Coma at The Medulla Review
Published November 2010
Coma
by Alison Ross
The clocks weep an ennui of tears.
The black hour spills
through the eyes of the house
and strokes me with sleep-poisoned fingers.
The chimera licks me with her languid tongue:
I drown in dreams.
The clocks weep a euphoria of tears.
The white hour yawns
spilling pearls onto my sleep-fingered eyes.
I do not awaken
and I do not die.
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