Wednesday, April 2, 2014

From Monday, March 31st


  • Black
    needle injecting ink
    like sun into flowers.
    The pain of feeling
    alive courses through
    as the picture fades
    through.

  • Your touches
    are like
    little bugs

    on my
    porcelain
         skin.

  • Slowly falling
    out of reality

    and the only things
    keeping me here

    (feet on the muddy ground)
    are you & your embrace.

  • The peer pressure
    felt like a dress
    size too small.

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