Book
© carol voccia 2011
Flip pages slowly
Each revealing a secret for an eye
That believes in magic
Stalking the corners
The text flies up to meet the pupil
And darts its message
Stinging the iris with fractured
Truth
Read me- damn you!
I am the ink and pen stroking between the white
Open up and swallow my salt from
The edge of this pulp
My paint
Offers sweet penitence for those who dive in the belly of my words
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