Saturday, January 17, 2009


My skin is screaming for you to stop.  
Like Indian rugburn, a strawberry,
a charlie-horse. 
I am lacerated again by your love. 
The skies were lavender today. And you
were four in my mind and me; the
murdered. Lying there, wasted for your words. 
Take me back! Take me home!
Abbreviated thought spots. Fragmented worlds/
pieced together lives and all the while you're
sitting in a pile of your own- gathered beneath the boards; 

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