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