"We hide behind sheets of words and sometimes find comfort on wearing them proudly. I have unbowed my bloody head with the things I have killed and revered what I have immortalized. I will continue to shield, maim, murder, pine, ponder and slave over the very words that force itself out of my body but leave its hand clutched on my still beating heart."

-Darrel Pobre

Friday, July 29, 2011

Headless


They hand me your head that day
and your blank face stared back
I imagine what was your last thought
your final word
that ultimate picture that flashes one last time
I never thought it would be this heavy
you had such a light smile
almost bright like a sunburst
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