Sunday, Apr. 06, 2003/12:01 am

Don't look before you turn

Lines on my palms.

Tracing a history i cannot recall.

Blood spots on my sleeves.

Tear dashed cotton.

Black eyeliner swept down grey skin.

Broken shards, torn tissue, missed calls.

Staring, pondering but unbelieving.

Invisible marks.

Bleached fleeting posion.

Numbing pain that walks into oblivion.

Felt without record.

Distanced blue,

a face beneath coloured crowd.

Hides amongst brambled ivy.

Blackened sheets.

Don't.Look.Before.You.Turn