Styx and stones

3 01 2009

I am beckoning you
from the opposite shore
of an unknown river.

It demarcates the distance
between us.

It sprang up one day,
from a hateful word;
specks of spittle,
that birthed a stream.

I waded into it,
chest deep
to get back to you,
but the black water burned
my voice away,
and left me drowning,
with only my eyes
to beseech you.


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