søndag den 21. september 2014

Jeg hørte om en hjertesorg

og skrev 

I am sorry, she said. 
I am sorry I am sorry I am SORRY! she crescendoed
creeping up next to his ear like a small insistent creature
wanting it to flow like thick, persistent liquid into his brain

         SORRY

Did he know it? Get it?

    S . O . R . R . Y .

(she spelled it, just to make sure)

and then, she injected each letter seperately into his veins. 




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