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A dismal saturation of thought Seeps through the fibers ~Of Me~ The poignancy like acid-- Searing deep As the pain you long ago Inflicted on this weary spirit. Tiny whisps of memory Sting my shivered skin ~Everyday~ Reminding me Of the humiliation, The degradation Forced down upon me. My edges are frayed By the secrets that inwardly ~Unravel~ The darkest hollows Of my soul... And I wonder if I could simply ~Reach out~ And find someone To wind these loose threads Back into The breathing tapestry Of me. � Copyright Krista Knutson 2001 Email the Author |