you forget so easy
i used to... break the backs
of insects. Their legs a
twitching tangle of life
Slowly oozing into the empty
maching that is so shortlived
I come out of my shell
to be beaten by the gray
sun the rays slicing
through my flesh in a
penetrating barage of
listless morning.

01/08/2002

Posted on 01/08/2002
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