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Die-late

by Karen Michelle

Straight edge against
tired body and
crumpled sheets;
bones never ached
like these before
nor muscles contracted
as mine do now.

It's just the
beginning of
another disappointment,
breakdown of structure
and mental incapacity.

I drank other words
to fill myself with
something besides
sickness and self-loathing,
but the blank remains
and i only want to
sink into your silence

01/22/2004

Author's Note: An old one.

Posted on 01/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/23/04 at 03:00 PM

but a good one. *applauds*

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