Monday, February 4, 2013

Mon., Feb. 4th

  • The mountain grew
    in a parallel to my pain.
    "Back again I see,"
    as she hands me my
    TacoBell

  • A dog
    A frog
    A log
    the sweet swamp
    music sound
    A velociraptor.

  • Fiery tears of rage
    rolled from her
    eyes. Disappointment
    forced its way
    up her throat only
    to be shoved back
    down by the hatred
    she felt for him.

  • I'm quiet and wild
    like dry ice.

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