the pit
i couldn't find it choking me
i threw myself over a chair
held my hands to my throat
air not rushing heavy into spaces
all was doomed
the dance slammed me hard
the fire cooked me down
the arms closed upon themselves
pity
what i didn't ask for
was
11.05.12
https://soundcloud.com/slow-and-behold/the-pit
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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