Tuesday, April 21, 2009

psycho bitch atcha!

the seperation of my limbs
ripped apart, tossed and slammed
painting the ground with my shame
marking far distance between us

desperation flooding my laid cheek
drowning my open mouth
its consumption a painful victory
marking the far distance i see us

the high tide holding steady
steady
calm
steady
it mocks my eager eyes that wait for its recession.

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