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$%#@ you man
by Kalikala SmithI want to crack up,
like desert sand baked in the sun,
spread myself so thin.
It'd take a hurricane to do the damage,
you did in one moment.
And if I slither into sand,
and whip around you,
maybe I can show you the hurt,
you showed me.
Grit in your lungs.
Rocks between your teeth.
Gasping for air.
Losing control.
And maybe the mixture of the dry heat,
and the moisture of your cries,
will cake me, encrust me,
where you'd rather not have me,
and you'll falter.
The wind could pick up,
sending what's left of you flying,
scurrying to pick up what's left of yourself.
But I wouldn't let you die,
because that'd be too easy.
I'd dust myself off,
put me back together,
and let you be someone else's dusty problem.
07/22/2008 Posted on 07/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith
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