i use your broken fingers as toothpicks
look at you and tell you i know exactly
what you're thinking
as i find ways to bury myself in the empty
corners of your mind
we both know
it's never too late for running

i call you when i'm in a hurry & say
this suicide needs to hurry up
it cannot fix itself it cannot

make you go away.

undressing
only when the neighbors are looking
you were once so afraid to
touch yourself

these secrets i keep will not stop
growing

filling my belly up

walking sdrawkcab
just to be next to

you

are the reason spring dies and winter
has no chance of
living.

03/08/2005

Posted on 03/09/2005
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