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I can feel your shovels

They shine

In the darkness;

A darkness so black

You cant see

Anything beautiful.

And the sharp,

Metal edges of them

Jab into the hard surface

Like a jackhammer

Crushing solid stone.

You smile

As the tears

Run down your face

Almost as if

To avoid your eyes

Like I am.



You recognize the hole you made.



You cant stop digging,

The hole

Becomes so big

It could hold an ocean of rain,

Like the rain

That falls

From my cheeks.

White sand

Becomes dark mud;

The blood

Beating in my broken heart.



The rain falls hard

On your beaten back

So hard you can feel

The redness swell.



You suddenly want to stop;

Stop digging, stop wanting.

But the hole swallows you

In its entirety.



No hope is left.



But way off

In the distance,

You can hear me

Calling you,

I'm screaming for you

So loud



The universe can hear me.



You hold your hands up

At that moment,

To no sun;

no sky.



And when you

Scream back,

Only the thunder

Can hear you.



Justine Zingg

5/16/03