collapse

my feet made of dust
disperse into corners of the house
comfortable in inconsequence
my knees crack against the stone floor
into puddles of dice
clattering their way toward silence
my face encased with masks
crumbles one word at a time
back into the liquid earth

(December 14, 2013)

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