you make new words
of old wounds,
pulling and plucking
at scars closed over
by years of suppression.

and now i am open,
waiting for a flash flood
to sweep me into salvation.

escape
escape
escape

the light and shade
of the day falls haphazardly,
hitting my form harshly...
revealing secrets.

if only she lied (the light),
but she tells it as it is
and now you see me
as i always have.

i want to scrub
the skin from my face,
shave my head,
pluck my nails and hairs out
one by one
and incinerate the evidence.

06/20/2005

Posted on 06/20/2005
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