I am (unfinished) by Kalikala Smith I am a fluid disease of radioactive proportions. I am languid in stone masses, and simple putty in broken bones. I am afraid to see beyond this, thinning debris like ash on paper.. afraid to stick to too many spots and rubbed in harshly when needed. I am thick swollen veins on the base of the tongue, the life line for one more desperate kiss. I am timber gathered carelessly by men who's jackets keep their dirty secrets safe within their pockets. I am jagged edges on broken crystal given to a mother after breaking her heart. I am thinning hairs on bare heads wishing for a youth they hated when they had it. I am the unclea, the unseen, the unspoken of, unless whispered in the night by the fires of unconciousness. I have carried my weight with labored steps, each peircing the bones with the lack of fat, scraping together rawly, drag after drag. I am someone's pregnant insanity, able to las out when the birth becomes too hard to bear. I wish I could be high. 10/29/2003 Posted on 11/02/2003 Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Christel Crews on 11/03/03 at 09:39 PM wow! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)