| Poetry 2004 Untitled The bind like rope was cut apruptly. Umbilical, the bitter blood ran over the crumpled pages. I ripped out the blots and began to rewrite. clotted like syrup, memories stick to me. Though it is not there any more, I still see the imprint of another hand's tongue. Retribution Empty feelings, empty thoughts hold my breath, count to nought. anger flows inside lava crystalizing, stone inside your stomach. Dreams slide inside your brain repeat memories with different ends rewind, replay, refine, remind it doesnt hurt, the scar begins to mend. |
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