EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Anne Carson - “Town of the Sound of a Twig Breaking”
Their faces I thought were knives.
The way they pointed them at me.
And waited.
A hunter is someone who listens.
So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon.
Out of his hand and impales.
Itself.
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