Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I hold the anger in my skin.
Its turning me red near the pores and at the backs of my knees.
The sun burns it back to white.

Clear cellophane saran wrap holds my heart and lungs to
suffocate me into pain during this anxious rage. But someone
allows enough space for them to continue; life more acute.

Dont forget to fall apart.

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