Friday, November 9, 2012


windows


spitting blood
while shattering teeth
from the words that i'm choking on
shoving hearts down my throat
.love.

reaching through sickness
in the beast of a belly
nefariously twitching
and speaking in tongues.
.fear.

clamoring sound
of a million voices
booming through windows
in the asylum of mind
.doubt.

frenzied delusions
that are causing dementia
from the incessant tic toc
of a time when i had a heart
.hope.



(i actually plagiarized myself but I think that's ok)

1 comment:

  1. Really, love, how can you possibly ever say you're a bad writer? Beautiful.

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