these are the
nights i remember
all the reasons
i swallow resentment
like the antidote
to numb,
under the tongue
and into the
bloodstream
i am a bitter
pill, poison
eating away
at my insides
impulses pushed
up to my brain
hate, disgust,
i want to scratch
this surface away
with my fingernails
make a blank canvas
of my blood and
rewrite tomorrow

01/30/2005

Posted on 01/29/2005
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