精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
I poured coffee down my throat (hunger; despair; Alannah poured coffee down her throat as if...) I poured coffee down my throat as if it would wake me up on the right side of the bed It left me with only a taste In my chair I sat like an empty bowl with a crack through its middle The tines of my fork were bent and I could not eat Then the bowl broke and I crashed to the floor, starving Candy R. Wei 28.09.2000