sometimes i feel it
pulling in strings of taffy,
snapping free of my insides.
the way i am so attached
to these parts of you.

i hear staggered voices crying
in waves of sound, pleading
with you to open yourself
and stop pushing palms into eyes.
a baby waking with pouted lips.

knowing this feeling is nowhere
near to engulfed senses,
screaming rage of nerves
so tangled around fingers, stuck
underneath dirty nails, pulled.

04/12/2007

Posted on 04/12/2007
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