Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

A Beating Soul


As I lie in bed
watching the curtains
blow in and out like
a beating heart
I decide to get up
and close the window

As I get closer
my blood runs cold
and my heart beats faster

The window is already closed

Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 28, 2012

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