rusty chains wrung on my neck / acid stuck in my throat / forced breaths / words spoken with spit and hatred / burning parasitic deceit latched to my soul

stinging pain / delicate ripped and naked skin lie open to the world / hatred carved into my eyes; my head; my soul--

to persevere is to live / to hope that there is something in this world worth living for / to cling on to that last strand that makes us human

then we must not be human.

05/28/2003

Posted on 05/28/2003
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