Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Clear solitude
Swallowing white rocks of no pain
Into an abusive doorway
Out of this bloody stomach
I thought the sand gave way
But a badge brought me back
21 hours and a women still awake
Waiting for my arrival
For my storey
A broken mother still asleep
The ripping hands inside me
I fight to keep
How can I break this news
When I have his marks on my chest
When I don’t want to lose
Clear solitude
Pumped out of me
Clear solitude
Trying to make me see
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
She says it’s all lower and I can’t seem to hold her
Just another blurry moment in her glass world
It’s slipping away, all the control that seemed to be my cure
Foot steps to the kitchen with a spilled trail of self abuse
His abuse
If she wants it’ll be her last taste
Her abuse
Foggy screen and fingers burning
I can still hear her sweat hitting my chest
What I thought was my focus
Wanted to be her final test
If I crawl into this comfort once more
If I put on that robe and clean the sides
I’d wish for her to be awake
If she finds that story she lost…
He’d still make it all in his mind
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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